Diamond shaped sun spots gleefully dance off
the leaves of tiny red maple trees hidden amongst an incongruous
grove of evergreens and spindly apple trunks.
What is the source of the shining in this
dark, ancient forested glade?
Is anyone watching?
The light is intense yet calming: an unusual mixture of yellow and peach:
Streaming singularly onto the red maples.
A targeted light…. In the midst of a canopy covered park.
Rational explanations are fleeting, nonsensical,.
The mind gropes for reason in this place which is neither explainable or touchable.
The light produces no shadows.
Hmm.
You’ve seen this before… imaginary time travels in the recent past.
Only here, in this place.
No where else.. A light transforming a nondescript crop of trees.
In real time.. Who else has been here?
Transforming it into what? When were you here? Why?
Herded on the margins of an industrial park with semis hurdling by.
The remnants of the Illinois – Michigan canal leaking at the margins.
Six pack cartons and rumpled newspapers mingle along wire mesh fencing.
This package of green sprouts from no where.. A mixture of the expected
growth of the great plains and the plants from somewhere else.
In another time.. another dimension.. another zone.
Dare I wander further ? What light will suddenly challenge the senses?
Soundless
Directionless
Lost yet no fear .. the bouncing light produces a god like calming ..or does it?
Touch the light – there is an absence of shadows: only a radiance.
Want to be transported to another place ? Another time? Another medium?
Does the voice in our mind come from the light? Or is it our imagination.
We have been here before. Life is repeating itself – or is our mind taking a risk?
There must be a source of the light… Why is it only focused on this small strand
of trees?
Knees knocking: pulse accelerating: pants wet with urine: we grind our teeth.
We are captivated, scared, intrigued. Is there another dimension beyond time
and space as we know it? Heaven is unexplainable until death. Is there
a mystical universe for the living? Do we really want to know?
Should we take the risk of freeing ourselves? Who is talking to us through this
focused light source – God or the Devil? OR a third entity?