Ra's little people

[Raz]

We stopped dreaming once the sun set.

There was a kind of silent beauty that sat in the sky, and it overwhelmed us all. The colors were vibrant and hyper-real, the air was full of light movement, and everyone everywhere held a collective breath as Ra's chariot set fire to the day for the last time.

Night fell. We looked at one another with a little embarassment and awkward half-smiles because the Godhead had rolled on to little humans on the other side of that great line, and we suddenly realised that we'd been standing and staring at polluted atmospherics.

We took our place at the back of the queue. Punks and suits and homeless alcohol-reeking ferals returned to thinking of themselves as important.

We settled once more into the background fuzz of God and Humanity, where there was enough space and time for all of us to be concerned with our own lives again.

We slipped out of the blinding heart-breaking presence of the vast truth that we're all one, and we rolled back into little hard-shelled balls of ego and notions of independence.

And we began to dream of that bittersweet beautiful revelation again, because in the funny little irony of how the universe turns, we can never really believe that we'll have it again.

And we do.

 

[smileyfish]

Wow Raz, that was beautiful. Well written, very insightful and filled with lasting images. I enjoy reading what you write - I think you may have found that creative outlet you were talking about!

 

[neverwas]

We stopped dreaming once the sun set.

There was a kind of silent beauty that sat in the sky, and it overwhelmed us all. The colors were vibrant and hyper-real, the air was full of light movement, and everyone everywhere held a collective breath as Ra's chariot set fire to the day for the last time.

the imagery in this peice is amazing...i especially like the first paragraph.it made me want lie on the ground and reach out and touch the sky...i love reading what you write hun...ur visual imagery you describe in your writing is amazing... :D

*hugs*

 

[plazma]

Jesuchristo!

Night fell. We looked at one another with a little embarassment and awkward half-smiles because the Godhead had rolled on to little humans on the other side of that great line, and we suddenly realised that we'd been standing and staring at polluted atmospherics.

Well, what can I say, quite a bit actually. This is a fucking amazing piece of work, the way you use language to put your point across in a very descriptive, surreal and yet down to earth, ironic and funny way, is nothing short of brilliant. I really love the style with which you write and the very able way you use the english language to describe the scenes you write about.

I sound like a fucking English teacher. *laughs*

Fucking nice work though man, seriously nice work.

-plaz out-

 

[harraser]

^^^ i think that said it all... briliant Raz.. your writing is absolutely stunning... and i feel your point so well, we never do think those moments will come again, but i really hope they do.

thanks!!