I knew this little girl once in a sunlit classroom when I was little too. She had the deepest eyes of brown that would burst open to the color of swirling oblivion. They did so once right before mine. I dared to glimpse into them for as long as I could stand to, and did so with red cheeks. But I’m glad I did because in that moment, still tattooed on my mind today, I knew all I ever needed to know about Woman. And after the numbing shock and awe, which, mind you, was so suddenly and unmercifully dropped on such an innocent and young boy as I was, dissipated, I subverted my eyes and stole away with a lesson in what words like awe, oblivion, power, embarrassment, humility, dignity, courage, respect, and I’ll be damned if not beauty, truly meant. But first and foremost, Respect, because I could not begin to imagine, and I could imagine pretty big, particularly then in those wondrous days, the strength she must possess in order to contain and embody all of it, and with such command and grace and pigtails. Nor could I imagine the consequences if she were to ever set any of it loose.
I felt lucky to walk away from it with a lesson, as if I just stumbled into a sleeping dragon in the dark and had to quietly back away with my life. But right now, in this moment, I wish I was there again with her, two fledgling explorers exploring and discovering new power, two innocent children swirling away in our own little time and place in the omniverse that no other being in this world or any other would ever know, except us.
Ever since, I’ve always been a little frightened by Woman, and I’ve been respectfully wary whenever I look one in the eyes. Oh, the things I’ve seen.
Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash who reminds us, “You’ll always find your way into the heart of the universe, to the realm of spirit. That’s right, dwell on the beauty of The Imaginarium.”
(–and the same applies to that of the omniverse. –Editor)