Dance On Air, a young Indian Warrior who hailed from
land’s only tribe, had played with other warriors who
trained him in their fare. As the next in line for Warriors
throne, Dance On Air tried to be a boy and a young man
like others who gracefully entertained his simple struggle.
For fate had made the young Indian warrior, a king’s destiny
to someday be. To oversee the tribe, to ensure its seasonality.
To feed on the land. To make meaning of the great arches
across the sky. To give breath to the great elk’s birth with
richness in spirit. To pound the earth with sockedfoot, with
rhythm in harmony. Like all the chiefs who stamped the ground
before him, and all the chiefs to be.
Disenfranchised one day did the universe and the tribe concur whereby
both tribe and earth began to shun the choices of the strong but still
young Dance On Air. It really began as a simple question, one he held
in great concerto to all his voices he sought. If we fight with other tribes,
we do we seek to conquer and not to remedy the flight. If we fight in
war, to brave in battle, to fell the mighty beast, what if we were the beast
and would we want that to occur to us? Where does violence have a place
in the tribe of Dance On Air’s future? Could there not be a better way?
So into woods on vision quest’s illusion did travel Dance On Air with canine
by his feet and the spirit of his ancestors lingered in the air. And all that
way he traveled into great seclusion, Dance On Air began to dance in concert
with the air. With the swaying of the trees and the orchestration of lights that
beemed down from the night sky and overlooked the confusion.
He saw a Rubix Cube.
He saw honey comb over fire.
He saw the dog lucy begin to disintegrate near the fire.
He closed his eyes and looked to the Northeast, and new
that this was as his chiefs had done time and time before.
He journeyed into the woods and could see the ghosts of
the children peering around the bases at him. Safe was he
in the dragon’s lair, violence all around him, but pure of
heart he be.
He danced with fateful knowledge that tomorrow would
return. And seek he would this question several times
until at some point he would begin to soften his deduction
that if all fate rests in the question and not the answer
How strong you are as chief is determined by your wisdom
of that answer.
To the hand of God and to the voice of all the trees, he knows
that in the purity of his heart, in his kindness, and nicety, that
into the hateful side of things he had invariably landed.
He thought of two worlds where in one no one cares for another.
He thought of two universes where in one nothing exists.
He thought of sides of himself and knew that it was in him all united
He thought of superheros as legends he would become.
In his very lifetime.
In his very lifetime.
And then he knew, despite his lonliness and profoundness of thought,
that what he sought was to return to the tribe that he knew from childhood’s
great embrace. But it was the tribe who knew that Dance On Air had traveled
to a better place, of insight and purpose and truth. It was, after all, his first
and only vision question, and no greater truth he could find as he feared he
would not become the Chief he sought to be.
Then along came, quite gently, a warm and fearless notion, that even he could
name as silliness as he sought, the great Chief Wigwam Water who was his
ancestral guide to spirit him through the difficulty questions that only Chiefs could ask.
It was in this knowing that Indian Warrior Dance On Air was becoming through
precision ritual his own Chief Dance On Air, to which the apprentice asked the master
three questions. And each one he answered.
Question 1: If violence and fighting led to bloodshed and death, would time rewrite the anger and the fear and give it love instead?
Answer 1: If love had no reference to the great embrace of universe’s wisdom’s, then what would be the journey? If bloodshed and destruction made way for me, then how would I clear the way for the vision of my future knocking over all that had been? So, in this I have done this, Chief, and in this I won’t stop this, my Chief.
And upon the conference, did a table appear. And at this table sat the guidance team, the Board of Directors who each held a different point of view.
Question 2: To whom does the universe speak if not to you, Dance on Air?
Answer 2: If universe speaks not to me, then it speaks to that which I seek to be, as certain I am of my strength and goodness, but uncertain I am in faith and promise. To my rationalization does the universe wish to concur, and thus I can see the twisted weakness in this question presented. Of course the Universe speaks to me, I am its voice and have been since my inception. If I do not speak for it, then I speak solely for my own plight, and this is impossible. In logic and emotion and life and understanding I cannot seperate the difference between my own benevolence and the nature of the universe as I know it, as it is known to me.
Question 3: If the Universe speaks to you, Dance On Air, then why are you so confused about what next you should do?
Answer 3: The universe does speak to me, not of paths it has easily laid upon the road of my feet with directions and signs paving the way to Nirvana and paradise and heaven. It speaks to me of the essential struggle that is contained inside every moment. Every moment at every step I take, I speak the language of the cosmos, which is built surprisingly simple conflicts. Destiny vs. fate, intention vs trust, instinct vs intuition, genetics vs determination, exclusion vs. comraderie. These are the conflicts I embody, and they are the essentials of the forest and the land and the fate of my hand. Through each step I take, I walk only one road, but outcomes come in different stages.
And Dance On Air, hammered away and hammered away trying to write the questions with the answers that had been his reasoning. But in his heart he knew that those were not the questions he faced.
He came back around and asked Cheif Wigwam Water to let him ask the questions, and to it the young warrior asked three questions:
New question #1 Why am I jealous of other warriors like me who have bigger arrows to load into their arming bow?
New question #2 Why do I have such inhibition at participating in the delights of life around me?
New question #3: Why am I exclused from hedonism all around me? Is it because I am too young or lack the inheret beauty of physical silence?
To which Chief Wigwam Water thought and laughed a little, not because he found the questions useless, but because it reminded him of the pain that he had once before he became the Chief of yonder tribe. Ah the memories of youth, where young male warrior to be chief must dwell in confidences shaken.
Chief answered the question a little better:
If you were a rabbit would you be jealous of another rabbit’s bushy tail if all you could see is another’s tail and not your own?
If you could hug and tree and walk away with infinite wisdom and maturity, would you allow yourself that easy answer to all life’s struggles?
If you could dream in feeling, would you ever sleep at all?
To which both Dance on Air and Chief Wigwam Water asked each other:
Who but us can make it through this great uncertainty. Who better to grow the arrow before its loaded into the bow? Who better to partake in life around us than of the two ones who can bring delight to everyone? Who better to make love in each moment, than the ones who stand for love in its purest, most honest, and most heinous form?
To which all trust goes to the one who travels for us all. To which all love goes to the one who lacks the faith the most. And out of fire comes the rain.
And they danced until all voices came together once again.