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by B W Powe


  They went back to the sundeck and the book and read to one another, until they finished it in the late afternoon fading light, and came to the novel’s end note, where it concludes with the old cranky miser’s new love of life and Tiny Tim’s observation.

  “Wow,” Kelly said. “It’s a great story.”

  “No kidding,” Harry said. “I want to read bits of it again.” “It was magic listening to you,” Kelly said.

  The others agreed, and said: your voice was the best. Harry blushed with pleasure.

  “Well, whoever left it...,” Jennie said.

  “Or whatever left it,” Max said.

  “Now, don’t be spooky,” Kelly said.

  “Well, it is a bit spooky,” her mother said.

  “I don’t think we should give it away,” her father said. “What do you think?” Max asked Jennie.

  She thought for a moment.

  “We should keep it for a while and pass it on later. It’s a Christmas gift. When you least expect one you get one. I guess Christmas can be any time.”

  They murmured their agreement and nodded, saying how eloquent she’d been. Her father placed the book inside the house, on a table by the entrance to the sundeck, in a place where anyone could see it. He thought he might read it to himself later, when night came.

  Dreaming Eden

  •

  Imagine. You’ve arrived in the garden of delight. This time you see it. You know where you are. It took a long time to get to this recognition but now you’re here.

  •

  At the top of purgatory you emerged from the path that winds its way around the mountain. You did this, invisible guides whispering encouragements in your ear along the way; they kept you company. You see the garden and breathe in its sweet scents. After the long climb you feel serene. The pleasures of the roses and the trees and the streams and the breeze permeate your senses.

  At the apex the stars sound. The stellar lyric plays. You hear the music of the spheres. The trees are lined in groves beside a stream. They sway in the breeze. You see there isn’t one tree now: there are many. All around you red and white roses unfold, growing more quickly than your eye can follow, in the warm light.

  •

  You’ve arrived, after much. You feel the welcome in the garden and stream, in the music, the rhythm of the trees, the unfurling flowers, and in the welcome that was meant for you and for every traveller.

  •

  You imagine others will arrive. Some struggle up from the mountain path. Some are coming down from the sky. All will soon rendezvous. The message has been falling from between the stars for longer than anyone knew: your exile is over. The garden is yours.

  But of course you didn’t know this, and it will take a long time to learn how to live here.

  The Words

  When I was young – an iconoclast and an attacker – I wanted to tear words apart.

  Criticism, I thought, was the highest state. To critique meant to stand outside. Over time I learned there is only deepest immersion: sensitivity and engulfment. I came back to the words I’d dismissed.

  The old wisdom reached me. It was a voice that had been hard to hear. The voice said: “Nature will guide you, and now super-Nature (technology is a landscape, too). Follow and listen to the pathways of the soul. Experience has altered you forever. Study the words, on the page, on the wall. Read patiently so you see a great deal.”

  The words speak on. Mysteriously they have a renewed life. Understanding comes in moments. The moments stitched together make a pattern. In the second-hand bookstores and shrinking libraries of the communicating globe, the words wait for you. They’ve always waited for you.

  I’m learning how to be grateful to receive them and how to move from repudiation and critique to creation and wonder.

  For María Auxiliadora Sánchez Ledesma Aquí allá ahora y siempre

  About The Author

  B.W. Powe is a philosopher, poet, novelist, and essayist. He teaches in the Department of English at York University in Canada, and lectures at the University of Catalunya in Spain. He lives in a small town outside of Toronto, and in Barcelona and Córdoba.

  Books by B.W. Powe

  Non-fiction

  A Climate Charged

  The Solitary Outlaw

  A Tremendous Canada of Light

  A Canada of Light

  Towards a Canada of Light

  Light onwords/Light onwards (editor)

  Mystic Trudeau

  Marshall McLuhan and Northrop Frye, Apocalypse and Alchemy

  Fiction

  Outage

  These Shadows Remain

  Fiction and Non-fiction

  Where Seas and Fables Meet

  Poetry

  The Unsaid Passing

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  Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 2014950176 Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication Powe, B. W. (Bruce W.), 1955-, author

  Where seas and fables meet : parables, aphorisms, fragments, thought

  [electronic resource]/ B.W. Powe. – 1st edition.

  (Essential prose series ; 111)

  Issued in print and electronic formats.

  ISBN 978-1-55071-942-0 (pbk.).– ISBN 978-1-55071-943-7 (epub). – ISBN 978-1-55071-944-4 (mobi)

  I. Title. II. Series: Essential prose series ; 111 PS8581.O879W44 2015 C813’.54 C2014-906216-8

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