SCENE 1: DAWN
EXT. FOREST – DAWN
The forest is buzzing with song. Images of society are projected on this giant, gently swaying cocoon.
(There is a man that pulls a curtain of dawn across the sky as light peers through the water droplets past the lit trees.)
NARRATOR
In the center of the forest there are three pairs of trees. Couple One stands before me. You have your feet rooted in the center with your trunks growing in a V.
COUPLE ONE
(Walks on stage and plants feet touching each other in the center with arms straight out holding each other you lean back into a V.)
NARRATOR
Couple Two, you have sprouted a distance from each other. Over time you lean in sharing each other’s sun light forming an A shape.
COUPLE TWO
(Walks on stage and stand arm width apart facing each other. Soon you lean into each other’s space in shape of an A and both need the support of each other to remain standing.)
The third couple of trees stand straight and upright with your feet firmly planted in the earth. You take turns growing simultaneously back and forth as your love radiates to each other and through out the forest. You take turns growing, moving with the seasons arm width apart standing upright facing each other.
COUPLE THREE
(Comes and stands with your feet firmly planted in the center, arm with apart and you beam your love and sway into each other’s space full centered and able to move and grow with the seasons.)
BUTTERFLY
(A beautiful, innocent butterfly emerges from the cocoon; breaking free of the finite projections of reality projected on the outside of what’s no longer her cocoon and flutters to each of the trees in the forest center and then out of sight.)
(Be here now Ram Dass)
NARRATOR
Off to the corner of the forest canopy, an artist who sets up an easel, starts painting the brilliant colors of the forest. Throughout this story you see her creating one amazing picture on top of the next, never starting over. How come she never signs her name, takes credit for her creations or ends her paintings and starts a new? Where is the ego that takes credit for her creation? Who is she? Is she the archetypal fool who walks upside-down on her hands and carries the seeds of the universe in her satchel, I wonder?
Earlier in the day I see the artist painting rich multicolor whites and thick blues from a pastel crayon called Craypas. When I return to this spot from my walk there are flames covering up the blue Crapas sky and another phoenix that brings healing to her three year old daughter’s murder rises from the ashes!
ZERO
Then one day out of the blue the artist turns to me in my visit to the center of woods and says, if I ever needed a name I know what it would be?
NARRATOR
Trying to appear cool, calm and collected, Yes, I say at the edge of my seat? What is your name?
ZERO
My name is Zero. By myself I am nothing. Yet, when I stand behind something I am empowering.
NARRATOR
Wow! I am blown away as I remember the Mother Peace Cards I am gifted during my five day spirit journey, camping in my friend’s back yard as a teenager. The Tarot card “Fool” has the number zero below it!
Zero, I ask boldly. Can you do a hand stand, the question leaps from my mouth?
ZERO
When I was in high school, I won contest for standing and walking on my hands the longest.
(FADE OUT)
Ruth Anne Wood © 1990-2008 “Circle of Self” Stage Play