'Ode to Neytiri' And Other Neytiri-Poems By Me.

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irayo, ma Na'vi-ya I know that "this cause is worth fighting for" but encouragement and thanks always feel nice

I am becoming a frequent guest on this thread... but I love it!

I have a letter from "Johnny-the-younger-brother-from-a-Department-of-Corrections" (corrections??? what a joke) right here, & was thinking to reply... but first I feel like writing something about Sylwanin trying to talk to Neytiri "from Eywa". I had this vision yesterday, during a foot massage session - it is very soft: soft movement, soft light, soft music, so it is easy to go trancy. Here it is:

When Sylwanin died, & left the body, she felt very angry, & also guilty for not being able to stop the "Terran monsters" no matter how she tried. When she saw how devastated Neytiri was, she felt even worse, & more guilty - for having died so young & leaving her small sister alone. But she was already within Eywa, & realized that there was a purpose in her passing: Eywa had a plan for Neytiri to become a Tsahik cos many things were going to change, & although Omatikaya had their rules on who becomes a Tsahik, Eywa deemed it should be different that time. And Sylwanin was to help Neytiri from above, like a big sister. Only when Sylwanin left she realized just HOW much they loved each other, & would slap herself, if she could, for not having said it earlier. Having discovered this, Sylwanin tried to whisper in Neytiri’s ear: “I live, & I love you! You have a big purpose, everything will come out fine!” But Neytiri was so grief-stricken that couldn’t hear. Sylwanin tried to access into her dreams, and in dreams it was wonderful to be together again – but when Neytiri would wake up, she would cry wishing she never woke up at all. Sylwanin was worrying more and more: on the surface, Neytiri was a perfect clan member, but “a black hole” in her chest was growing, & nothing seemed to fill it. She wouldn’t talk about her hurt to anybody either: such a tough cookie, this girl! Sylwanin didn’t know what to do, so she spoke with other ancestors. They listened very attentively, and responded that yes, it was very difficult for the living accept the departure of a loved one. Of course all the Na’vi knew that those who go, go to Eywa, & it’s easier for them to “cross the threshold” thru special rituals releasing the spirit. But for those who stay behind, it is so hard to accept the sheer physical absence! They understood the situation, & the predicament of both sisters very well, & suggested to Sylwanin to talk to Neytiri thru the Tree of Souls. Sylwanin concentrated all her will-power & love, & planted the image of the Tree of Souls in Neytiri’s mind; whatever she was doing, this image kept coming to her, until she decided to go & find out. She sneaked out while everybody was sleeping & headed there. Sylwanin was anxiously looking from above: will she? Is it possible to finally talk? Just in case, she sent an atokirina, who appeared in front of Neytiri & flew ahead, & then, in the depths of depression, a light suddenly shone for her: “It’s my sister! How come I haven’t thought of Tree of Souls before??” She started running faster & faster, so fast that when she arrived, she tripped over something & had the Tree of Souls fibers in her face, & her cue connected to them on its own - & finally Sylwanin could pour all her love on Neytiri’s head! They were crying and laughing at the same time, remembering the pranks they used to pull, & talking about how they cherished each other – things that they were not voicing too much while Sylwanin was alive cos “it went without saying”, but now it seemed a perfect moment to say them out loud. Then Sylwanin grew serious & said: “Sister, I went away so that you would become a Tsahik. Don’t argue: it’s Eywa’s purpose. Learn well, pay attention to signs. Things will change, & a lot, & you’re going to play a big part in this change... There will be a newcomer... he is important... but I don’t see anything further. Learn well, ok? I shall help you as I can”. Neytiri realized that she was going, and was like: “Oh, please, stay, sister! I so love being with you!” To which Sylwanin answered: “ I love you too, & always shall! & you know where to find me!” and poured more love thru the tsaheylu, until Neytiri started smiling again, then she left assured.
When she got up the next morning, Mo’at was pleasantly surprised to see the hidden light in Neytiri’s eyes. Something happened, something good. She didn’t want to insist, but was relieved to see the smile on her daughter’s face again.
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In fact, I tried to make it a poem but i couldn’t get anywhere. Obviously, my talent lies in different areas...
However, if you, Neytiri_Quest, like this story, & want to transform it into a poem... you have the green light from me!