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Recieved: 2001/04/23 11:55
Subject: [K-list] Kundalini and The Princess of Ice
From: J. Robbins
On 2001/04/23 11:55, J. Robbins posted thus to the K-list:
>From the Book of Kundalini Fables
Kundalini and The Princess Of Ice
" Once upon a time, in a land farther away than the farthest corners
of the earth, there was a Kingdom made out of nothing but Ice. All
the buildings and castles and streets and lampposts and streetcars
that made up this cold world were carved out of frozen water, which
there was plenty of. Even the people themselves who inhabited this
freezing place were made out of nothing but crystal cold liquid. In
all the Cold Kingdom there was but one whose body burned as hot as
fire, and he was called simply Kundalini.
Now Kundalini lived alone in a house made of stone, for upon his
birth his whole family melted down into a shallow pool of boiling hot
water, which was soon to freeze over.
No one dare spend time in his company for to do so was certain
doom. His radiant heat would quickly make even the coldest of
citizens loose their form. So Kundalini lived by himself, talking to
none. When he took his quick walks through the icy city, he was
careful to move on and not linger too long in appreciation of the
sights, for if he stood too long in one place all would melt and
disappear.
One gray day, Kundalini walked by the castle of the King, whose
daughter was known as The Princess of Ice. She was the beauty of the
town, for her body was as perfectly clear as the most expensive of
gems, and she was shaped like a goddess of love. The Princess of Ice
would sit in the window and watch her cold kingdom under the ever-
falling snow. Now, as she sat by her window, she could not see
Kundalini approach for she sat with her back to his face. As
Kundalini came as near as his heat would allow, there was a burst of
color around the Princess, on the floor and walls of her room. Red
and Blue and Green and Orange sparks seemed to explode everywhere,
and the colors danced around on the streets and the trees below in a
swirling Paradise of Hues.
" What's this?," the Princess exclaimed, " I've never seen such
shades of purple and pink, what has happened to our world?'' The
Princess did not yet see Kundalini, as he was running now back and
forth, fearful to stay in one place. To do so meant melting down a
building or two. He was amazed at the sight as was the Princess.
" It is you, " he replied " your beautiful body has captured all the
colors of light, and now your Grace has set all the colors of the
world free. "
The Princess noticed that the colors danced in tune to the
motions of Kundalini, as he ran back and forth, beneath her window.
" No it is you, my fiery visitor, your flames are the source of
this spectacular delight". The princess was sure that Kundalini alone
could cause this wild pageant of the eyes.
But then Kundalini realized the truth, " No, my Princess, my heat
is not enough to spill such colors over the frozen objects of our
universe, it is I and thee together that cause the world to blossom
like we see it now."
And she agreed.
>From that day onwards, Kundalini came every afternoon to visit The
Princess of Ice, always at exactly the same hour of noon. Under her
window he would run back and forth, until exhausted he would make his
way home.
While he ran, they would discuss their lives and fortunes, and for
the first time in his hot life, our Kundalini had a friend. Together
they marveled at the kaleidoscopic effects they brought to the Frozen
Kingdom. And all the city came to know of their friendship, for every
day at the same time, the castle glowed with colors.
After a while, the princess wished in her heart that Kundalini
would not be so hot. She was willing to give up a lot of the colors,
if only he might come closer and hold her hand for a while. But to do
so would be doom. Her melted body at such close proximity, would
extinguish his flames.
After several years, it happened once that the city was even
colder than was ever known. So as not to become perfectly stiff,
people warmed up a little bit and here and there a smile appeared on
the ice blue lips of the citizens. But for Kundalini this was too
much, and he didn't dare leave his stone home, less the absolutely
freezing weather chill his flames and kill him. For ten days the cold
spell did not pass. During every one of these ten days the Princess
waited for her friend and beloved to come back. But on the eleventh
day, she had to leave. She had become betrothed to a wealthy snowman
her father insisted she marry. And she, having a cold nature for
which she was not to blame, could not remember quite why the prospect
of leaving her window made her feel so sad. People with frozen hearts
have very short memories, or very long ones.
So she left for the north, with her husband to be.
As fate would have it, on just the day she left, Kundalini ran out
of his house to visit again his The Princess of Ice. But as he
approached her windowsill, he did not see the familiar colors that
had always appeared there before. The Princess was gone. And no one
dare tell him where she had gone for fear in his pain he might forget
his heat and cause a general meltdown.
A thousand, one hundred and eleven days came and passed, and on
every one of them, Kundalini walked back and forth outside The
Princess of Ice's window. It was not the explosion of colors he
missed. No. It was the sight and voice of The Princess of Ice that he
so hotly longed for.
As for The Princess, well every day at noon she grew silent and
moody. Standing by the window of her new home, she watched the snow
fall endlessly on the blue mountains.
Now it came to pass that The King fell ill and he called for his
daughter, The Princess to come home and care for him. As soon as she
received the frozen news, she packed her suitcase with garments of
snow lace, and hurried back to her homeland.
A day more than one thousand, one hundred and eleven had passed, and
the Princess was drawn to her window, where she stood in the gloomy
dark shadows of another freezing day. Closing her eyes she recalled
colors such as could never be seen in her real life, for her memory
of the past was translucent and she couldn't recall romance, but only
experience it while happening.
A noise from below startled her, and when she opened her eyes the
colors of her dream had become real. Oh, what joy and delight, the
colors circled all around her and danced in jubilant accord. When she
looked out the window, she now remembered whom she would see. There
he danced from joy, her Kundalini.
" Hello there my flame, you ceased coming, what held you away from
me for ten days?"
" I gone for ten, and you for a thousand… Where have you been my
precious one, my love?" His words were daring declarations for he
knew not yet that she was married to another.
Her sorrow was great, as she told him of her forgetfulness and
her fate, to be married to another.
Kundalini, for the first and last time in his life, began to cry.
His boiling tears fell like drops of potent acid on the freshly
fallen snow that lay at his feet. In his pain and his shock,
Kundalini no longer ran and danced. He stood still, and the ice
beneath his feet began to boil noisily. He could not hear or heed the
Princess's warning. For the waters that gathered beneath his furnace
like shoes, grew greater and greater.
The Princess, all to aware of the dangers of water for flame,
jumped from her window and ran towards Kundalini, to grab his hand
and pull him free of the waves. But, alas, in her heated haste to
help, she forgot herself. When her hand touched his, she was reduced
to the very wave that extinguished forever his flame.
Where they had for an instant embraced, there was now nothing left
but an ice-clear pool of frozen waters. In the depths of this pool,
two smoky figures dance in stillness, and will do so, till the end of
time."
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