Chapter 22 - Autumn FarewellA Chapter by KuandioThe enigma of the forest drew her on, promising all could be lost in its endless maze. No path showed, nor did she remember ever being here, yet she picked out the way easy enough. It leads away from the world. Yes, the past could be left behind, along with everything happening whence she came. Chaos and loss. It had commenced anew, she sensed. In a mountainous wilderness north, the sprawling madness; a tiger growling and a dragon’s roar; two titans with claws and fangs locked in death combat, the trees crashing beneath the weight of their struggle.
Isae’s strides hastened
with the need to get as far away as possible. Pressing into the loneliness of
the woods, she perceived she could leave her identity behind too, her very name
and memories. Such a relief to set it aside. By and by she lost track of hour
and distance, yet as she journeyed further so did her appreciation for the
surroundings grow. It must have rained a few days gone. A freshness and faint
dampness still permeated the woodlands, rousing the aromatic scent of earth and
foliage. The heavens stretched clear and clean, the afternoon sun reached through
the canopies, burnishing large swathes of foliage that autumn had already transformed
into hues gold and crimson. Roaming into this
domain she felt lighter, her worries being cast in her wake, among the leaves. Why
so quiet? Scarcely a breeze stirred, and no birdsong. Just her footsteps in doeskin
boots, crimpling gently through the layers of bronze leaves, trespassed the
quiet. Peace accompanied and the elation of freedom buoyed her. Howbeit, now
and then, even after putting much distance between herself and the world, a wisp
of unknown sadness shaded her, an inexplicable loss. Whatever it was, it is better to not remember
... On and on Isae drifted
across the rolling slopes, gradually ascending. Here the air was crisp and pure,
with the keen edge the late season brought. She breathed at ease and remained snug
in what she vaguely recalled was a kimono she used to love. At altitude the
colors intensified. She must have journeyed scores of kilometers, days perhaps,
yet she never tired. The afternoon progressed imperceptibly but for the gold-amber
beams slanting lower. The autumn sun always shined with a more impassioned spirit
than that of spring or summer, a light both cold and warm, both a comfort and a
sorrow. No matter how afar Isae ventured, a caress of the unknown sadness
remained. Ahead, the bough-dappled beams held secrets of remembrance … The maples, birches,
and aspen, rippled with (swishing) breeze. Just beyond he was standing, welcoming
her with a smile. He had been waiting. “Shinyasu.” She halted,
struck by the unbelievable, blessed moment. “I knew you would find
me.” “I am so glad to see
you,” she stammered amid the overflowing joy and relief. “Whenever we find each
other, it brings me bliss,” said Shinyasu. Isae was full of
light, like a jewel radiating in the sun. Why did she feel such relief? Whatever
it was, it had happened past the frontier of this realm, where memory did not
reach. It mattered not. Isae resolved to stay fully in this present moment. The
other life was a dream. This was truth. Nothing else need be. “Come,
my dove,” he offered, “I wish to show you a special place.” They
walked, Shinyasu leading the way. In the indigo kimono he cut a strikingly
handsome figure. His presence, aura, emanated more real than in waking life. Across
the forested highlands the two roved westward. Isae appreciated every step
beside him. Such vivifying air. The leaves crinkled under their passage. It all
seemed so true … Of
course, it is. Nothing can assail this. We are safe here. Isae
held his hand to affirm the reality. “Just
a little father,” Shinyasu indicated. Leisurely,
they threaded toward the top of the ascent. At steeper stretches, he pointed
out the best spots to step, and helped her up. Upon cresting the ridge, Isae
squinted into the effulgence of the western sun. On the summit of what proved
to be a small mountain, they entered a meadow. This overlooked a yawning
valley. Isae and Shinyasu stood near the rim. West a colossal mountain range
lifted, the highest peaks already anointed by the first dusting of autumn snow.
The sun neared those monolithic heights, setting the clouds afire, and casting giant
purple shadows over the valley. The forested escarpments shimmered crimson and
amber. Isae sensed this a
hidden place where no one had ever been. An ancient spirit dwelled in that valley
and beyond. Overwhelmed, she (spoke), “It is wonderful here.” Among a crop of large
boulders they sat together and contemplated the sunset. In this lofty reach it
was cold, but next to Shinyasu it did not trouble her. The horizon soared in yearning
light. Like a dream ... It could be the most beautiful sight Isae had beheld.
It harked back the notion of Yugen; the awareness no words could express, reflecting
the emotional power evoked by the mystery of the universe. It harked back to her
the concept of Yugen; the awareness no words could express, emotions evoked by
the mystery of the universe. Such a magnificent vista struck her both familiar yet
unknowable, and somehow heartbreaking. Perhaps I am not supposed
to see it, … not yet … Being with Shinyasu she
did not dwell overmuch on such enigmas, instead appreciating each second gifted
to them. This deep bond, she prayed never to lose again. Isae rested her head
on his shoulder, Shinyasu put an arm over her, their vision set adrift in
departing day. Thereon the flood of the sinking sun rayed over the mountaintops. “Where will it go?”
Isae asked, spellbound. “Beyond,” Shinyasu signaled
west, “there is a realm where the gods dwell.” To the Western
Paradise … Isae
saw what she already knew but had been unwilling to accept. Here their paths must
diverge, and she could not follow. Isae tried to forget karma had pulled them
in different directions. The autumn leaves (rustled, shone) with such splendor,
yet suddenly she yearned for an unattainable spring. She
implored, as if asking a small favor, with pain, “Don’t go.” He
caressed the side of her head. “I would stay forever.” It
made sense he must continue west. Isae struggled to accept such transience. The
closeness of the moment slipped away, she sensed, like dust between her
fingers. She held on nonetheless. The leaves had waited, to bestow them this last
glory, … before they departing forever … “Please
don’t leave me here.” Isae hugged closer, seeking refuge. He held her dear. “Not
yet.” “I
wish. But the spirits beckon. My path leads to the other side of the mountains.” A
sad sheen reflected in his eyes; regret for what had happened, for everything he
had lost seemingly before its time. Then, with careful affection he draped a
deep purple haori coat over her shoulders. “But
you must not remain here either,” he said, holding her hands. “Soon winter will
come, and no one can survive in such a place.” A
current sighed afar, quickening. Isae looked towards the mountains. The wind
grew stronger, rushing through the trees. All that remained of the sun was its impassioned
halo illuming the disconsolate skies purple and pink. When
she turned back Shinyasu was gone. She called out his name but no answer came.
The forlorn wind pressed its dirge through the forests, loosening myriad of
leaves in swirling falling. Isae looked around. She was alone. Amidst the
gathering cold she hugged her arms to herself. Still, she could not give up. “Shinyasu!”
She searched the beautiful desolation. The
leaves fell like embers, taken away along with all the failed wishes, as she cried
out his name, louder, again and again, until her voice and her will too, became
part of the wind … © 2021 Kuandio |
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Added on April 2, 2021 Last Updated on April 2, 2021 AuthorKuandioCAAboutI started drawing comics when I was about four or five (not much better than dinosaur stick figures). Over time I found I couldn’t express enough through just drawing and was always adding more.. more..Writing
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