PsychoBabEL # 19
He said he’d been waiting for me for millennia, his words as a whisper carried through the dusty Autumn breeze. He smiled as he tipped his top hat to me, and presented me with lilies. I took his skeletal hand, mingled with pieces of leathered flesh, and chills went through my body.
You’ll get used to it, he said with smiling eyes. Do you ever wonder what holding your hand feels like? I never thought I was anything but an ordinary girl in an extraordinary reality tunnel. It never occurred to me to consider what holding my small hand felt like. As we walked and talked holding hands, I watched the roadside and its changing scenery. Leaves going from green, to golden, to brown in his presence. Dusk turning into dawn. We walked and walked for what seemed like days until we finally reached a crossroads.
This is my stop, he said. If you ever need to find me, this is where I am; you also can find me in our secret place. I will see you more often this time around the wheel won’t I? Maybe you will luck out and not have to come back here.
He held my chin. Well, we will always have the liminal state you and I, contact between spirit and matter is getting kind of difficult these days. The flesh is hard of hearing; even within the rare times when the flame of desire burns brightest. I love you, and that is as eternal as you are. As I kissed him goodbye, just before turning to dust, he told me: If you are lucky enough to forget everything and remember nothing else, remember, Tat Tvam Tsi.