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Suspended In Time
The blood from the woman’s hand continued seeping through her jacket, and she found herself becoming more faint with each passing step.
Eventually… sickness overcame her… and she took respite under a cherry blossom tree, not even 11 steps away from the door she needed to enter.
As she closed her eyes and allowed the darkness to envelop her, she felt an overwhelming urge to get up and make her way inside…
that to stay under the tree would cause more darkness at a future time and date.
She opened her eyes.
Couldn’t lift her head.
So closed her eyes again.
And as her body lay under the cherry blossom tree….
The woman at the piano was upright yet motionless and the observer couldn't help but notice her beauty.
Her hair fell over her shoulder.
with delicate silver chains
covering her otherwise exposed back
As she stood there and stared at the piano player, she wondered why she wasn’t moving, and gingerly made her way over to investigate further…was the lady at the piano dead?
She didn’t think so.
Her flesh was warm and her skin was pink.
Was the lady at the piano drugged?
She didn’t think so.
She was perfectly motionless in a perfectly upright position.
The observer found the curiosity get the better of her, and sidled up to the piano player to get a better understanding of what was going on.
The woman in the dojo was being judged.
The blood from her eye was dripping steadily on the floor and as each minute passed it swelled a little more, making it harder and harder to see.
Her body was broken, and she had expected her soul to follow suit, but instead the opposite had occurred.
For each blow her body took, her soul caught fire a little more.
For each time she got thrown down, the stirring within her soul got stronger than she had ever felt before.
For each demon which came to fight, an inner angel came to combat it, until eventually the strength and power which lay within her became unleashed upon those inflicting the damage.
As she sat watching the blood pool on the floor, she glanced to the left and saw her sister, and then glanced to the right and saw her brother.
Both siblings had fought well, and she noted they too had their own pooling of blood on the floor where they sat.
She silently gave thanks for what they had put themselves through to get her to this point, and wondered if she would have the courage to step up and offer herself valiantly when it was her time to do the same.
She pondered the question as the panel graded her marks.
Papers shuffled back and forth between instructors until eventually one of them made a movement.
Keeping her head bowed and following her breathing calmly, she wondered which way her teacher had walked.
She had been to many gradings before and knew what would occur next.
Once all three instructors had graded the student and so long as the student had passed, then the teacher would walk to the cabinet and remove either the belt or the weapon the student had earned and then return back to the instructor panel and call the student forward.
Sometimes however, the student may have caused dishonour to the dojo or their family during the grading.
This could occur from any number of things including not upholding the way of the warrior, or from surrendering or bringing about dishonour or disgrace.
If this occurred then the student could either have all and any previous belts and weapons taken away from them, or on a best-case scenario would have their belt downgrade back to beginner level.
The woman with the swollen eye thought back over her performance, and wondered about her grading.
She didn’t have to wait long, before her Sensei called her forward to kneel in front of the panel.
The cut from her hand seeping blood into the earth.
Turning all it came in contact with to a shade of pink.
The white cherry blossom?
The white narcissus?
The white hyacinth?
The woman dreamed on noting how the colour changed her perception of what was going on.
As the blood from her hand seeped out to the world, the woman made a decision which would surely seal her fate.
She decided she would sit there
Frozen. And suspended. By time.
Noting that nothing
FAVOURITE QUOTES FROM THIS POST
"The woman dreamed on"