Copyright © 2009 by William R. Mistele
Notes for a short screenplay
Actors: female model playing female gnome,
Format: Stills and videos edited in with mostly voice overs.
Female Gnome: What is it to be a female gnome?
It is to place your hand down
And feel what is beneath you in the ground
To touch a stone and know from where it arose
How time shaped it as rivers and winds flowed
To hold sand in my hand
I can tell you stories from ancient plateaus
And mountains ranges long ago
Stories that no one will ever know
I can feel an earthquake as it occurs
Anywhere on earth
I can sense gravity with its variations and alterations
I can sense magnetic fields frozen in stone
From ages when the earth changed her mind
About where and how to place
The north and south magnetic poles
But my soul is different
It is made out of silence
The kingdoms of silence are my domains
The treasures of silence are my possessions
The beauty of silence is my heart’s blood and my home
Let me teach you what it is like to have inner silence so deep, so complete a thousand years could pass by and it would seem like no more than a mere moment of time.
If you want to understand my beauty and to feel my love, then these three things must be done.
1. Become the night sky watching stars pass before your eyes. Feel that the stars’ movements occur within the space and in harmony with the rhythm of your heart. Feel that bliss and serenity with its peace of being one with the universe.
This will not be easy. I’ll tell you right now that among gnomes human beings are a joke and a source of laughter, creatures who like to clown around. Your race is a total disaster. There is not a trace among your teachers and masters--not one embraces the beauty of the universe. Show me this embrace, this oneness, this grace.
Ah, I can see it in the depths of your eyes and in the lines of your face. Surely, you are from another place.
2. 2. For a gnome, every tree and every stone has an inner life of its own. Discover this for yourself. I’ll give you a hint—every piano, every guitar produces notes as sounds in the air. Put together, they form cords, songs, and symphonies.
A stone, a mountain, a plateau, a tree—they too sound as notes and songs. But their vibrations do not carry through the air. They are more subtle, sometimes frozen, sometimes like an earthquake, even you notice them unfolding.
4. Mountains and continents are harmonic systems. And the earth sings her songs to other planets. If the human race learned to listen into the silence, it would know how to sing along. Sing for me a song for the Earth.
6. (see ending poems)
8. Humm. Not bad, not bad.
3. Finally, what is love for a female gnome? Like all true love, it is to be one with another.
I am going to teach you now and give you my heart. Like the silence beneath the ground you will find it very dark. And like all love that is divine you must for a time turn your back on mankind and embrace another way of being, a female gnome‘s way of seeing—let go of the self you know.
As one of your teachers once said, “A seed must first fall to the earth and die before it can bring forth new life.” Simply accept the silence in my heart, open to it, make it your own. Let go into the silence of a stone, of a mountain, into the silent heart of the Earth. My entire purpose here is to teach you to listen without thoughts intervening.
There, you have done it. You feel what I feel. Everything within you is within me and everything within me is within you equally. Separation has no meaning here. This love is beyond all fear—it flows free as the stars above and grows naturally as the leaves of trees. Through silent sharing heart to heart, we shall never be apart.
Eons of time for a gnome like me are no more than rings in the wood of a tree. Still, I desire, as doe this women you see, to cross over the boundaries of the self so that love can fulfill its deepest dreams.
Song for the Earth
May peace be upon the Earth
May Her beauty
Be within me and radiate from me
May I shine with Her light
May She shine from my eyes
May I speak from out of Her silence
May She resonate from within my voice
May I merge with Her lands
May She flow without ceasing through my body and my hands
May I never be separate from Her:
From Her forests and Her mountains,
From Her lakes, Her rivers, Her seas,
From Her silence and Her mysteries.
May every breath take me deeper within Her wisdom
And may I always share in joyful Celebration
With all those who are close to Her.
To My Beloved
When the stream falls asleep and dreams of rain
When the mountain forgets its mass and weight
Its cliffs towering
It roots running deep
And walks among the stars
Listening to their songs in the night--
I sit against a redwood tree a thousand years old
The smell of the forest drowsy in my bloodstream.
I sit within a circle
My back to a stone placed five thousand years ago
I reach back with my palms
And feel its tough endurance
The lichens clinging to its rough surface
The stone rests so comfortably
Within a quiet peace
Its pulse throbs faintly
To the temperature changes of day and night
The seasons, the ages, the eons,
It still holds conversations with other times.
I dream with the stream, the mountain, the tree, the stone
Till I awake within your heart to discover--
For this purpose was I created:
To love you
And to celebrate together
The stars giving birth to light
The dark womb giving birth to the stars
I am no longer alone.
The gust of wind
Its ebb and flow
Holding its breath and letting go,
The waves of ancient seas
Memories sinking down
Metamorphic and igneous rock
Outcrops twisting and blending,
Driven by the winds of time--
These transformations, as are my own,
Are woven into one Song
In the silence of the night
By the beauty within your heart.