The Village On the Water VII

Raised Stone-Tablet eternally abiding under 
  Towering Heavens endless span; and in its 
   Solititude...charts the migrations of our 
 Highest Lord's cestial rockets.
  
Because of Stone-Tablet, bestowed unto us, we are 
    Gifted the Holy-Texts 
  Dictated by the Jade Emperor himself.
   Nought but his holy laws, while refuting all 
 Others, shall pertain...
And pertain above all else --
    Even beyond the last days of the World!
  Holiest of Heavens most sacred symbols translated
   Out of the pens of the very first scribes
 When instructed to convey their Master's ancient 
Wisdom.
    This which was conjured up from the very depths 
  Of Stone-Tablets inpenetrably melded stratum 
   While hidden away beneath impossibly glued 
 Minerals and unimaginably fired grains; 
And held tight within - even more tighter than if 
    Gripped in the deathly bone-crushing talons 
  Of Earth's Fiercest eagle!
   Thereafter, at our great Lord's command, 
 Sunken back down to reside in perpetuity;
Unless to be invoked by those whom are the 
    Most adept and learned of all the mystics...
  They, the practitioners of the most enabling 
   Arts;
 But only with indescribable presence of rarely 
Available star-burst could this ever be contrived.

    From out of the rapid darkening... 
  More menacing sounds unnerving and unrecognized; 
   An involuntarily shudder as I suspect the 
 Treacherous woods have crept closer to the 
Shoreline.

    Retiring windows fading inwards; then fading 
  More inwards... 
   Before fading further inwards even still. 
 Blurry candles withdraw with the windows;
Soon to be cautiously extinguised as the 
    Low-flickering flame is smothered at the throat.
  Outside-things that were vaguely recognizable 
   Becoming more...unrecognizable. 
 But that said, any deserving village gladly
Welcomes the onset of nightly slumber.
    Why would it not?
  Or so it should with any village that wishes 
   Itself to be spoken well of.
 Everything now to be held in the balance...
Albeit for just an infinitesimal pause in time.
    But that is not the true nature of everthing.
  And everything, however slowly or imperceptively...
   Has, ultimately, to change; even stars have to 
 Some day die.
For only the Gods will know immortality.
    But, in an instant, the fulcrum shifting!
  An unequal loading sliding the balance across 
   And weighing it down in favour of 
 uncertainty.
Inside-things no longer reassuringly familiar...
    But, disconcertingly...unfamiliar.
  
  Yet in this moment of quickened shifting...
   I find I am guardedly contented;
 Heartened when able to make out some immediate 
Everyday objects.
    So it is always the same in all confines if 
  One is surrounded that is by things which we have 
   Acquired through effort or reward.
 Or perhaps we acquired them as gifts? 
Or perhaps they were taken as keepsakes? 
    Even princes must accept confines just
  As a caged songbird knows only birds from 
   Birdsong...
 But still knows contentment; 
Be it though just a certain kind.
    
    Let me then count my blessings --
  Of which there are many!
   Do I not have a full stomach?

 I have eaten well from that which the cool blue 
Waters have provided for us.
    Rice from those stepped terraces where we 
  Traded for fish.
   Quenched my thirst with chill water, held in 
 Brown earthenware pots,
Collected from the Faery-Waterfalls. 
    Often is the time I have stood at these magical 
  Falls, as softening dusk encroaches, 
   And marvelled at those minuscule hovering specks 
 Of vibrant, pulsating light;
Visiting people have mistaken them for fireflys 
    On the wing...
  But we think of them as winking faeries lanthorns
   Hanging by invisible cords 
 Finer than any worm's delicately spun silken 
Thread.
    Suspended among the idling steam above finely 
  Misting spray...a Faery domain hidden from sight 
   Behind a drawn veil to confuse the ignorant and 
 Unsuspecting.
And all this could be tightly curled up into a  
    Single fern bell.
  
  If hope teaches anything...we can hope there is 
   Still a little bit of magic left in the World.
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Date: 7/30/2025 3:03:00 PM
What a lovely write/story/journey you have here. Love It... Great Ending....Have a lovely/blessed day writing away...............
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John Fleming
Date: 7/31/2025 2:59:00 AM
Many thanks, Paula! :) john
Date: 7/29/2025 1:09:00 PM
Impressive! Quite an undertaking ...possibility of a book? I love to hear, learn, imagine, ponder others spiritual inspirations. What beauty you describe so thoroughly! I do admire your writing style. Xo
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John Fleming
Date: 7/30/2025 7:52:00 AM
Thank you so very much, Crystol, for such lovely, kind and warm words. You are quite correct when you say the possibility of a book. One day, God willing, that is exactly what I intend to do: combine all the other parts of the 'Village On the Water' into one small book. Something to do in my old age. Lol. Much appreciated, Crystol! :) john P.s I will keep looking in now and again on your own poetry. :)
Date: 7/27/2025 5:48:00 AM
GAAA! How did I miss the first six? Well, at first it had a ten commandments vibe but then it veered off into fiction and fantasy. Quite a village you've created replete with fairies and fireflies and songbirds. Still there's something menacing about those woods that will have to have it's own centered focus in a future installment. I'm intrigued
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Date: 7/27/2025 6:08:00 AM
Many thanks, Tom -- always appreciated! I have several other installments that were written several years ago...but not yet uploaded. By the way...it is not a work of fiction. The 'Village On the Water' is a real place. It really does exsist...in China's Jiangnan region (south of the Yangtze River). Look it all up...beautiful beyond compare. :) john P.s my work was inspired by a travel brochure.
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Tom Woody
Date: 7/27/2025 5:50:00 AM
PS I looked at your page and saw there are indeed six previous installments. When I get time I'll catch up
Date: 7/26/2025 11:41:00 PM
This is absolutely rich with imagination and ancient echoes, John. The way you blend mysticism with natural beauty creates such a vivid world—I felt like I was walking through it, step by step. That ending line about magic still being in the world... quietly powerful. Loved every bit of this journey.
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Date: 7/27/2025 4:30:00 AM
Thank you so very much, Rowena. You are always going to be most welcome here. :)john
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