Kie.

Time slows

The music becomes

deep and distant.

The smell of the

burning candles

fills the air.

The light is soft and

flickers slowly,

at first

then

the wind picks up

and their flames

spin in circles.

The wax melts faster,

and soon small rivers

of deep red,

maroone, and

deep purple

wax flow

off their pedistals.

now I am on a trail.

A jungle.

standing on a dirt path.

it leads off in to the green.

I follow it to a watterfall.

the watterfall stays but a moment,

before falling away

to the other side of the bidge

and the bottom of the cliff.

It is not a high cliff, just enough.

The bridge is rope, and wood.

The other side is dark and green,

yet bright

and still misterious.

I follow and find a

small stone structure.

three steps lead to the top.

just a small platform.

Four wood poles

hold a roof of thatch

over this shrine.

in the center a small raised

stone cylender.

on the top flat surface,

just at kneeling hight,

is a gold, and wooden

chest.

I step foward

where walls would be

between the poles

walls of hard bright light

fill them in and every thing

else fogs over with

the bright mist of

the pureity eminating

from this room.

I open the chest;

ever so carefully.

and inside I find

my kie.