Come Home

For those who seek something more than a house to live in ...

from my book "Henge,Glade and Tiers" about Sakin'el and Tegsh

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COME HOME

There is a special magick when a house becomes a home, when treasures are installed in a special spot instead of being buried in a memoried box; when each glimpse through a stacking of doorways provides a framed tableau that transcends the planned simple arrangement of chair, basket and vase. Of course, when one has the opportunity to see for another, and to describe the joy of play of light and darting shadows, then the sharing takes on a life of its own. She has shown me so much -- yet artistry you will never behold for a new magick will be found when you are here, my friends. Come and let me know what you see.

From outside one can only see a house, and whether entering as guest or uninvited, you may capture a little of my sense of awe -- and this is surely grand, unless you sadly feel that one embrace tells you very much of me, or life, or why I placed the broken pot just so. Yes, it would simplify our connection if we tumbled love's artifacts together in some 'ticky-tacky' way, or covered any sense of 'work' in piles of unfinished projects. But then, why would you return? It is my chosen task that you may return to Sakin'el again and again to capture a magick moment, an entwining of your fine passion and yearning, to which Em and I might add a stroke of enduring dream. By this we will be known -- not as a brief firefly in the dark.

So, please do not just peek through a window or come only on a stormy night. This place is entranced to have a life of its own with rooms like children whose laughter in more enthralling than sight or name. Perhaps more can be perceived of Sakin'el in silent contemplation that in a hurried dash in which some judgment must apply. I am reminded of an ancient English custom of building houses in a hamlet. Each had but two windows; one looking onto the market square teeming with human life and folly. The other looked out and away -- to other worlds and dreams. The front room was always neatly kept with flowers and hand made shawls and children's crafts. The other view was hardly ever so well kept, filled with life's disarray and even pain. Possibly any order here came from loneliness or avoidance of life's joys -- doubt there were many mirrors there either. Yet, all was safe, for no-one would ever peek through that window out of respect, and possible shame over what their own back room contained. Did a citizen there then present a false view of self, or dream, or touch of love? Or in their simplicity did they recognized that every person has many facets of self, some more polished than others? Which then is the 'real' person; or should it not be enough to recognize that here is a gem in the making.

I am now blessed with another spirit close bound that will be an endless mystery -- a thousand petaled lotus to unfold. What a joyful dance! And this sojourn together will cause me only a small sadness for those who know another but a little and would make any judgment or guess as to who they really are.

faucon

life's goal may be profound and illusive
but today's call is simple.
hear a song,
read a poem
speak some reasonable words.

the scrolls of Eskiyalı