outer lindees – Targu Mures Historical Society

If you travel to the Outer Lindees, in search perhaps of those Wild Women depicted in lost songs, pay special attention to the curves of the coastline. In the archipelago, the most noteworthy island in this respect is that of Aud Majora, Grande Aud: her beaches and cliffs are of such continuous grace and beauty that many a geographist has fallen into sensuous fits when laying his gaze upon her!

Oh, but what is that I see just beyond Aud Majora? I, that am sexless and calm, at peace in Krim and far beyond the sensual realms, no student of the old Sorrow School – I see the Sister, Aud Minora, little Aud of the right angles. It is on this island I disembark. Nothing grows here anymore, only rolling pebble-stones and whispering wavelets are heard. Yet there is great comfort in this land, this place of Scholars & Learned Sages! I take a moment now to reflect in the Aura of Aud Minora on the fate of the Wild Women who once danced on these shores with unmatched fervor.

My memories leak out of every orifice and gather in a shallow pool, reflecting at once the eternal starry sky (especially bright and brilliant tonight, is it not?) and the earthly woes I have brought with me from a profane and pestilent past: triangular despair, shattering eyelids, fever-dreams of red-gold birds; a house in flames, an abandoned homeland …

When I am drained of Life & vim
My Death is blessed by Father Krim

They sing and scream, whisper and laugh, hop and dance. They are simple, as women-folk ought to be, but also Dionysian, frenzied, wild; free. They dance (in step, in groove), and all the while they chant this silent spell:

Who are you to tell us how
The rain descends and drains, and now
To guide our life and to endow
Us with your gifts of piercing sight
To speed us on this rhythmic flight
To bathe us in Divine delight
You are Krim, you are Krim

Who were we, we puny souls
We roamed & danced with unknown goals
So dutifully playing roles
That lonely, un-examin’d life
Was married, yes: confusion’s wife
Through empty years of pain & strife
We were Lost, we were Lost

But then You came, and You perceived
How all of us had been deceived
And so in our minds conceived
The ancient, magikal idea
Of how Our’Earth has come to be
You taught us all to truly see
We were Saved, we were Saved

So who am I to ramble on
Now that my sorrows, all, are gone
Regrets, remorse, concerns; no, none
And even as the stars grow dim
When I am drained of Life & vim
My Death is blessed by Father Krim
Majahi, Majahi