Shpongle Land

This is for Shpongle........ who cradle my soul......

Shpongle Land

The gate was before my eyes. The shpongle head with those three pairs of eyes carved parallel to each other.I wished to open the gate. A deep desire of mine it was to open that gate, to discover the marvels, the fantasies and ecstasies that lay inside. An old bearded man stood near the gate. He told me, “You shall enter, but where is your ticket?” So from my pocket I took out the little piece of blotting paper and I placed it on my tongue. The old man looked into my eyes, and then slowly…. Slowly…..slowly….. the gate began to open…. I saw trees red in color. A guard of honor welcoming me, the star shpongled banner hoisted high…. Where is this world? What is is this ecstasy? Everything tingling….. I feel so mashed, smashed, destroyed, stoned, kippered and completely gestonkenflapped!
And then I saw a temple, the people around told me it was carved by God Himself. I entered, the images on the wall so different, so beautiful, so…. So fabulous! Then I met a man who taught me the art of dorset perception! These were divine moments of truth. The people in this place were so different. They had transcended from the realm of ego to the gardens of humility. They had learned to pay attention to the details that truly mattered. Then I met a pretty princess, who revealed to me the only place where I could find the truth, and that place was behind closed eyelids. I trusted her, for her words seemed genuine!
In this world, doubt does not exist. Things are not what they are meant to be, but what you want them to be.
The princess then showed me a garden, a garden of red roses, the rows of roses they formed a maze. I entered, and watched the roses turn from red to green. I’m lost! Where am I? Paranoia! Fear! But then a soft voice inside, comforting me, a feeling of peace. Then I picked up a rose and immersed myself into it’s divine fragrance, and went around the world in a tea daze! Then I saw a middle-aged man, his face masked with rose petals. He laid a hand on my shoulder and asked me the long-awaited question, “Are you shpongled?” I looked at the ground, I looked at the sky, I felt the wind blow, I heard the birds chirp, then I heard the symphony of heaven and slowly replied “Yes, I am!
So he took me to the heart of a green but red-like forest, and shared with me his tales of the inexpressible! Then I met a little girl, who urged me to follow her. I had no choice! The little girl had this unexplainable control on my heart, so I followed her. It seemed we were approaching the peak of a tall mountain. We finally reached the top, from where I saw the world with shpongle eyes. The little girl asked me to throw my hands up in the air, and scream the loudest I had ever desired. And so I did, and then I realized, I had found a new way to say hooray!!!
Then the little girl asked me if I wanted to fly. I wondered if she meant taking a great leap of that mountain top. But then she told me, “Flying is not something you do, it’s something you feel…….” And then she disappeared!
Everything was changing so quickly, everything so vague. My heart had let go of my mind and permitted it to do whatever it pleased!
But that instilled a great amount of fear in me! But then a voice from the sky…. Nothing lasts… But nothing is lost…….
So I let the past go and walked down the street of my imagination.
I explored botanical dimensions and let loose the abilities of my mind!
Those plants were so friendly, so amazing!
I befriended this tree named Sullivan, and he explained to me the ineffable mysteries of Shpongle Land! Then I met this caterpillar who told me life is not about the things that are big, but those that are small.
Then I met this ant, who told me worry was a parasite that dwelt in every human heart and it had to be destroyed!
Then I left my friends and continued down my path. I saw another gate ahead. The gate had a glittering sigh board on it that read, “Reality!” I wanted to turn back, to stay here forever. But the people said, “No!” This was not where I belonged. I had to face reality, not turn away from it. I had no choice, step by step, I walked towards the gate. Then I opened it and stepped out. The lessons I had learnt still remain with me, and they shall forever.
One memory that shall remain with me forever is when I walked through that gate of reality out of Shpongle Land, I turned my head back to look one last time. There stood the old bearded man, the words of magic flowing from his lips, “My friend, you will return!”

Screamjack