Skimpy Red should have gone to bed. Tomorrow comes swiftly as it is and rest is a good thing for her but now the visions are here. Perhaps if she had gone to bed like she should have the last vision would never have become a part of her. She does not question where they come from nor why they come to her; she only strives to accept and understand that which comes.
But this vision, is different and the effects upon her soul are deep and profound. Those who dont know Skimpy Red call her a whore; but not many truly know her and most judge her with alarming swiftness. There is no accuracy in their judgments of that which they do not understand. She plays her guitar and feels the emotions; all of them. The anger and the hatred bother her; yet the sadness even more so.....she sings and she projects those emotions into the music and the intensity of her voice rises and falls in absolute harmony of that which exists. Time stands still for Skimpy Red. She is no whore.
She hears her soul and the sounds of other voices become harmonically audible. To another outside, there is more than one singer; yet there remains only Skimpy Red and her guitar. The ebb and flow of the Universe become the song of her heart and the direction of her soul and nothing is solid anymore. Some call it love; but Skimpy Red uses no words. Does one have to have words to express love? Do the words become flowers upon the edges of the mind that bloom and radiate and eventually wilt away? Skimpy Red finds no words.
She sees her lover through the mist of the ethers and gently pulls him to her side. There is no pressure; no commitment only love.....and in the end, Skimpy Red knows, this too will not matter. She does as she is and all else will manifest in its own way and under its own power. But why does he appear to her now as if he exists somewhere in some relative way? She laughs.
She will let herself think of her lover and let the emotions rise and fall with that which is inside of him. She yearns for his company and his touch and his mind and his soul and his heart to be one with hers in some real tangible way that can be felt across the barriers of her own little universe. It is not so much for what she can take, but what she can give instead. Perhaps another would never think that someone like Skimpy Red could be real. It becomes a test to the human understanding of innocence it its deepest sense. But Skimpy Red is quite real and now longs, for that, of her lover. There IS no ulterior motive.
She laughs as her mind plays the music. She gives and takes and dances with her lover; bonds with him across the oceans and the skies and the heavens and the earth. All she wants is joy in his heart and love on his mind and peace in his life. Still, in the end, there is a sadness in her heart; though not once does she think anything could be wrong.
Quite presumptuous, wouldnt you say?
v.kipp 2001
