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The men wandered down avenues they had heard of, looking up addresses of those in-the-know, finding a friend here, a mentor there, some only following signs. Keep Going. As they walked or rode or ran, the poisons sloshed inside their heart chalices, washing, splashing, making clean. The poison itself was made other-than-itself as they journeyed. As it mixed with blood and bone it became strength and courage. As it reached the tips of fingers and toes it made them dance and skip. Coughs and cries became chants and the sounds of wild animals uncaged and free. How powerful they were, these men with the poisons passed. How naked and beautiful they had become.

The women that morning felt rested. Having prepared a final feast of all the leftovers and made extra pies to offer when surprised by the day, they folded the large and colorful tent into a shopping bag as only women can do, watered some seeds in the barren land with their bath water and sent the children to their grandparents for the day or the season, they weren’t sure.

Then, they followed the sounding of the gong and set out to meet the Mystery. All the while, just over the hill, the men were coming toward them, blindly, for the sun was so bright that day. Trusting, for all else had failed them. Sometimes whooping in a loud, clear voice just because it rang like freedom in their veins. Sometimes kneeling for a moment, compelled by who-knows-what to kiss the dirt, the sand, the dusty path.

And looking back, behind them they could see nothing. Ahead, a mirage of flowing garments wrapped around, yes, it was...women...women like leaves rustling toward them, like the tide coming in, like comets traveling across the night sky, for each had his own way of describing the magnificent.

When they were near enough to notice, all the forms merged into the Delighted One. Only God could be seen. Only God could be felt. The just-right rains came. Moisture everywhere and clear. Chalices filled to overflowing. Gongs were at peace in their holdings. The Great Om continued. And before long...creation.