It was thought that the gods blew on creative people, who would then inhale the god's breath and have an idea. This is the premise of "inspiration": inhaling divine breath and ideas.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The whispering wind....... (2)

 Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.
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This week's words:
                                                   judge, nightfall, safety


Unable to contain within himself the joy of being in love, Sky danced around crying loud to the wind how much he loved Earth. He drove away the clouds, lest they block Earth’s view…  At nightfall he spoke about his love to the moon and millions of stars. They nodded approvingly at this divine couple! And she was still unaware of it. He watched her every step, so graceful! As she emerged from the water falls like a lovely water lily, a countenance so fair he hadn't seen. And yet she hadn't for once looked at him, or acknowledged his presence or judged his fascination. She stormed his life and now all he could do was watch and wait! It was the Rainbow who finally encouraged sky to send a message to Earth through the Wind. 

On that blessed day, Earth felt a tingling sensation in her ear, she passed her long fingers to push her curls behind her ear and continued to walk. But the tingling sensation remained. Wind whispered to Earth that Sky will be waiting for her near the waterfalls. When she heard Wind whisper ‘Sky’ she knew…. The sound of His name felt intoxicating on her ears. ‘Who is it wind that wants to have a private meeting with me?’ she enquired again… and Wind bowed low and whispered once again ‘Sky’ The second time she heard the name her heart experienced an unexplained joy. She brought His name on her lips and said ‘ Sky’….. She looked above for the first time in several years at the clear blue sky…and realized that her safety and well being had always been sky's responsibility.
Sky flew across the waterfalls and waited impatiently… her voice lingered in his ears. How beautiful did his name sound through those lips, ‘Sky’…. He was flying a thousand miles away but Wind had caught up with him and narrated Earth’s reaction. He had heard her call his name.  

7 comments:

  1. A poetic and most believable myth. Most enjoyable.

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  2. Interesting read. Love and Light, Sender

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  3. Wow, very well written. Quite poetic.
    AGNI

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  4. :) I wish there is a part 3 Medhini. This is beautiful.

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  5. Thank you everyone... 2 more parts to come as per the present plan!

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  6. Merry Christmas

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    let me know when you are ready.
    Merry Christmas...
    Stay Blessed….

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  7. Awesome.
    very rhythmic and really beautiful.

    Merry Christmas and very happy new year.

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