The minds eye lost

Have you ever wondered how much we deprive ourselves of of joy now days? We get so busy that we often times forget to ...Hows that go, take time to smell the flowers. I was reminded of just that, a few days ago.
 I had ordered some Chinese food the other day, and while I was enjoying my lunch to go, I reached into the sack to retrieve my favorite part, the crab ran-goo. I found it in a wax paper sack, with a lovely young woman on the wrapping.  
She was sitting on a formed garden tree playing a flute. It took me by surprise that it seemed so familiar. It was like, I was looking at a old memory that had come to haunt me. 

A sudden rush of unfamiliar flute music came to me, as if she was playing just for me. My mind started Drifting, as I found myself in feudal japan, with the garden enveloping me with its beauty. The scent of cherry blossoms filled the air, along with small birds singing their hearts joy, with the lull of the flute. It seemed to be overpowering my sense of time, and space. Letting my mind drift, I enjoyed the uplifting but haunting music, as it seemed to be overpowering my very soul. 

 I could envision her in a wonderful white silk kimono robe. The gray cranes, in stark contrast to the white, stood out so that with every subtle move they looked as if alive. her long black silken hair, was tied back to one side glistening in the morning sun. Her face devoid of all makeup, haunted, and intrigued me. Just what was her connection to my past, and what the story was that she had to tell me, was lost in the music. 

I was musing that my minds eye was playing tricks on me. When all of a sudden, the spell was broken by a lovely young woman, asking to sit on the park bench with me. 
She was of Asian descent, with long dark hair done up in a bun style. I said yes, it would be nice to have some company on such a beautiful day. She noticed that I was looking at the picture of the girl, on the wax sack in the garden. We both sat enjoying the warm sun with a touch of breeze. After a while, she could not help but ask, what do you find so fascinating about the picture on the sack. I said I don't really know. It seems so familiar to me, I know that sounds silly but, I have a haunting memory of her playing. Silly is it not? Do you know the melody she is playing? Yes , it came to me out of the blue, but I am sure that its just in my mind. She is after all, only a drawing on the paper. 

She said, I also have a vision of music she is playing. May I ask you to indulge me for a moment. If I would play what I think she is playing, would you be honest, and tell me if it is the same, as you imagine she is playing? Yes, but as I told you, I have never heard the music before. With that she said, wait here ten minuets I will be right back. OK, I will wait for a bit. 

I don't know why I said OK, but I was curious to hear her play. As time passed I again found myself in the garden listening to the young woman play. The music was as plain to my ears as if she was sitting next to me. I was suddenly brought back to reality again, by the voice of the woman who asked to sit by me. I'm back, and so glad you waited for me. Are you ready to hear my thoughts? Your thoughts? Oh, I mean what I think she is playing. Sure but their is no way that you could know the music in my head. We shall see, and with that she started to play. 

 As I listened to her play her flute, I was stunned. The music she was playing was exactly the same note for note. After a couple of minuets I stopped her. How can you know what I was hearing in my minds eye. Well this may sound strange, but when I looked at the picture, that is what I felt she was playing. The next thing she said was strange. Do you believe in old souls, and reincarnation? Well, I at times think that I have done something, or seen something before. Kind of like how you say Dasha Vu.  

 Exactly! she said. I believe that souls find each other over time again, and again. Just as we both know the music that is being played, we must have known each other in the past, and that girl on the bag playing a flute has brought us together again. Let me ask you have you had dreams of Arabic dancers?  And have you had dreams of brisk mountains winds on your face, dressed in silk, and furs staring into the sunset, over twin mountains? Who are you that you know that? She just laughed, and said, its just me again. 

What do you mean by that? Well let me tell you a tail of two lost souls. My dreams keep reoccurring that I was in a tent on the edge of the desert, when all hell broke loose, and everyone was killed except me. I was near death when a big burly man entered with a frighting mask, and dressed in leather armor. He wrapped me up and took me with him to the mountains. While nursing me back to health we fell in love. I learned his language, and we lived a long life together for many years.

 That is a lovey story, but what has that got to do with anything? Could you do me two favors, she asked? What the hell, I thought to myself, it cant get any stranger. Sure, why not. OK, first I want you to come to dinner tonight. I think you may find that you know, more than you know. What? Just come to dinner, please. We can talk more then. OK, give me your number and address. She quickly wrote them down, and said seven o'clock OK? And the second? It will have to wait till tonight.

As I arrived at her house, it seemed to have a strange sense of familiarity about it that I couldn't shake. I rang the bell, and when she answered I was stunned, and speechless to say the least.  She was dressed in a white silk kimono with shimmering gray cranes . She said, I am so glad you could make it, I have been looking for you for centuries. I said, yeah sometimes it can seem like that. No silly, come in please.

 Upon entering, I found that she had in display cases, very old Japanese armor, and several samurai swords. Please have a seat. I will fix you supper then we can talk. I was sitting, and listening to her talk as she brought me my food, when I was drawn to her, as if she had done this a thousand times before. Wow, Dasha Vu, I blurted out. That is when she looked at me and said, lets eat.

The table was typical Japan style just off the floor, highly polished. The meal consisted of two kind of fish, and rice. Along with the meal came Jasmin tea, and sake wine. As I inhaled the aroma, a strange feeling enveloped me as though....  I dismissed the feeling, and started to eat. We had small talk about the weather, and our work. When we finished eating, she gathered up the dishes, and said now for the second favor. Oh, and what would that be now? Well, actually two more, come with me. 

As I followed her to the room that had all the items on display, she said, pick one of the armor displays that you fancy the most. She had six displayed, and I immediately chose the one that I had felt drawn to, when I first came in. Good, Good. Yes, now to the other side for the swords. Again, pick the one you are drawn to the most . As I looked over them I asked can I touch them? Yes, Yes , by all means do so. As I felt each blade, none seemed to draw me, or feel right in my hand. I said they are all nice, but none strike my fancy, should I just pick one? No, no that wont do, wait a moment. she came back then said, shut your eyes, hold out your hands, and don't open your eyes. Now, as I place this in your hands, take it from the saya, and hold it with both hands in the air. OK, but I have to tell you this feels strange. Humor me please, I have waited so long for this. What do you mean? Just please, do as I ask OK? Alright.

As she placed it in my hands, it felt as if it was a old, old
friend. As I drew the sword from its saya, and held it up she said, Furederikku Ore no Kingu.  All of a sudden, my mind was awash with memories of the past. I am in feudal Japan, a samurai with the.... stop open your eyes return the sword to its saya. Stunned, I asked did I do something... Hush, hush, the look on your face told me what i need to know. Give me the sword, don't say any thing, just do as I ask please, and do not speak. OK. She walked over to the display cases, and removed the armor, come with me. She took me to a dressing room, and said take off all your clothing except your shorts, and t-shirt then wait, don't speak. I thought to myself, this girl is strange as hell. I wonder if this is some sort of role play. I thought to my self, its kind of fun. She came back with the complete set of armor, and dressing silk. This should fit like it was made for you. As she dressed me, it felt as though she had done this before. When she finished she said, good a perfect fit. Now, hold out you hands with your eyes closed. Draw the sword, and again raise it upwards. I did as she wished, and she spoke the words again in Japanese.

(Furederikku Ore no Kingu) this time, I was transported back in time to Japan. Living on the mountain side, with a woman by my side dressed in silk, and fur. It is Autumn, and a lite touch of coolness is in the air. I smell strong tea, and saka  in the air. A familiar sent is in the air from the woman next to me, who has my trust. Looking over the balcony, I see the beauty of the mountain peaks covered with snow. The sun is setting between the mountains. As the clouds gather she calls to me in a whisper saying, (Furederikku Ore no Ai, Ore Kingu), and I know what she is saying its, ( Frederick My love My King ). Then I hear a whisper in my ear. Open your eyes my love, I have found you again at last. And she was right, I did know more than I knew. I was a old soul as was she, both at peace at last. With century's of love lost, and found we were together again.