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I’m not entirely sure why this song makes me think so heavily about Nisnivani, other than water being her soul element and her love of the ocean. I suppose it would be more along the lines of her having a soft spot for this story if she knew of it. Of course, the song could also express Vani’s concerns regarding relationships, a fear of losing herself and being abandoned. More so, I feel like this could have been one of those old stories that captured Vani’s interest and spoke to her (kind of like The Giving Tree did for me when I was little). I really don’t know, all I know is this song makes me want to write about Vani.
Ocean Gypsy by Night Blackmore
Tried to take it all away,
Learn her freedom… just inside a day,
And find her soul to find there fears are laid…
Tried to make her love their own,
They took her love… they left her there,
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own…
Gold and silver rings and stones,
Dances slowly off the moon,
No one else could know, she stands alone…
Sleeping dreams will reach for her,
She can not say the words they need,
She knows she’s alone and she is free…
Ocean Gypsy of the moon,
The sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold…
Ocean Gypsy where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold…
Turned to gold…
Then she met a hollow soul,
Filled him with her light and was consoled,
She was the moon and he the sun was gold…
Eyes were blinded with his light…
The sun she gave reflected back the night
The moon was waning almost out of sight…
Softly Ocean Gypsy calls…
Silence holds the stars a while,
They smile sadly for her where she falls…
Just the time before the dawn,
The sea is hushed the ocean calls her,
Day has taken her and now she’s gone…
No one noticed when she died,
Ocean Gypsy shackled to the tide,
The ebbing waves, the turning spreading white…
Something gone within her eyes,
Her fingers, lifeless, stroked the sand,
Her battered soul was lost,
She was abandoned…
Silken threads like wings still shine,
Wind swept pleasures still make patterns
in her lovely hair… so dark and fine…
Stands on high beneath the seas, cries no more,
her tears have dried…
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs
(( This entry is written in Arashanti, not Common. Some Arashanti terms have been left in the original language as a translation is not as accurate or flavourful. ))
Have you ever stared at your reflection in water for so long that the parts of your face seem alien…odd? Then you stare longer and you can no longer see your reflection at all, just a blur of colours on the water’s surface…part of it. It is in that moment you can feel the water, when you see you are part of it. You can feel the wavering of your body in a gentle and steady rhythm and it feels like there’s nothing but this. The sound fills your ears and you barely think about the trivial life and human memories that filled you before. There is only this, what’s inside, and the beaches you caress or dive into by turns. You don’t think about which direction or how to control your waves, you simply let them fall, natural, rising and falling with the moon as you breathe. Then, when you begin to translate that reflection, to puzzle the tiny spot of colour on the water’s surface back into a person, you realize that person is your container. You are back, looking at your reflection, no longer with the water, you breathe, and you look.
The reflection is more alien now and it can make you feel…imprisoned. Why does the priva mansa contain itself in these temporary bowls? Life is a gift…does ocean contained in a bowl feel gifted? Would it not rather rise and fall, flow with the whole? What does this mean of life? Is water in a bowl much like other sources? It does not miss what it does not remember; too busy seeing itself separate from the ocean? Are we too busy seeing ourselves separate from the ocean? Is part of the ocean in a bowl still the ocean? Or is it merely a bowl of seawater? Unattended, it sits tepid and still, is it no longer alive? It is difficult to fathom the purpose of this separation. Each vessel has different experiences. A bowl of the ocean can go into the middle of land where it does not belong. Perhaps the priva mansa seeks to learn more? Each vessel is a scout into a new perspective, increasing the knowledge of the whole when it returns. Is that the purpose of spreading itself into temporary vessels? Of what most people call life?
What does the priva mansa need of such knowledge? People use it to improve lives, construct things. Animals use it to survive. Is it learning for the sake of learning, or is the world beyond these vessels bigger than the priva mansa? Humans just cannot see it because we are too small, the priva mansa is the largest thing we are capable of perceiving. Like an ant that cannot make out what people call mountains because the trees and small hills are always in its way. Is the priva mansa a spiritual ocean caressing and diving into land, only part of a world we cannot see?
(( Priva Mansa: Translates roughly to “Primal One” which is something of a divine force and is all of the elements made one, the base from which all life and elements spring. It is also the heart (center) of the six-pointed star that is a sacred symbol of the Arashanti. ))
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