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It was raining when they returned to Shekina's cottage. It rains when called in Roaratuni. It was twilight, and it was raining. Zak grunted and sat down beside the door. "You'll get wet," sung Hallelu.. "0m," sang Zak in reply. "He's not just a bull, you know," said Chris. "He is the Zak Guru." "Well come inside," hummed Shekina. But Zak sat like a beatitude.
"But what's wrong with frumming," slang Sok-it-to-me. "It's a holiness."
"We are not jealous," sang Sokittoimmee. "It is not in our nurture," sang Shekina. Shekina kneeled by a kettle on a crane over her fire and prepared a herbal brew of Nirvana (infusion of Nirvana is cure-all in Tuni, like tea in England). "I think," Chris observed, "that Zak would appreciate it if we took him out a cup." (Zak was still OM-ing outside the cottage door.) When the tea readied, Shek picked up a cup to take it out to Zak. "I'll take it out to him," said Ishtar. "I would like the air." "It's raining," licked Shek. "I like water too," sang Ishtar balancing one cup on another and both cups on her head leaving both arms free for her crutches, she glid to the door and closed it behind her. Sokittoommee picked up a harp and strummed. Butterflies twined, and everything became extraordinary. Soon Chris found himself dancing with Shekinah, and this was fit and exciting. Their thoughts started linking, and this was warm, soft and challenging. And soon their minds fused. And when they arrived like embracing waves on the ultimate shore, he, or was it she, felt like a cornucopia overflowing. And it was fine. They lay back in thalassic splendour, which is to say "the sea ran through them". After a while Chris brought his attention back into the room. Sokitoomee had been playing all this while, had joined his music to their (psychic) coupling, and now played softer "furniture music" in the bachground. Chris ran over and kissed him, then danced about the room and played a wooden whistle and in the lilting music the butterfly dust wound flowing patterns as Shek and Sok now entwined. Later all three sang and played together, finishing in a contented tangle, they drifted into sleep.
"I’m sorry about last night," said Chris. "I’m sorry you’re sorry," said ‘Shtar. "I thought you were jealous of my frumming with the others. But I guess not, coming from the fin." "No. I wanted to be outside in the air and water, my elements. I spent the night with Zak." "Don’t tell me you…" "In the water," said Ishtar, "and nicely." Chris was shocked.
Cross swampy
ground Chris trod the lily pads, but the leaves gave way and,he found himself
being swallowed by a hippopotamus. |