Part 29 (1/2)
”I don't think I can get up. My leg hurts too much.”
I knelt down beside him and put my arms around his shoulders.
”My leg...” He sounded very upset. ”d.a.m.n, they may not even realize that we're trapped here.”
”I'm sure those people at the counter will get us out,” I said, surprised by the sudden calmness descending on me. Seconds later, my hands started to bang on the door.
Michael joined in the banging, but feebly. I told him to save his energy and kept banging until my hands hurt. But nothing happened; we were again engulfed in a dark, ominous silence.
”Michael, let's just wait. This is a hotel-sooner or later someone is going to use the elevator.”
”All right,” Michael said, sounding dejected, then, ”Meng Ning, please hold me.”
As I reached to embrace him, a tenderness rose in me, a different sort of tenderness than I'd felt with him before. I held Michael gently, aware of his neediness and feeling warmth grow in my heart and, to my surprise, between my legs. These were feelings I'd never considered-or even knew existed-when contemplating a life inside the empty gate.
In the darkness I smelled his scent of sweat and cologne; felt the texture of his cotton s.h.i.+rt, his warm breath.
I nestled his head tighter against my chest. His heart felt strong-but also vulnerable-beating here with me in the dark. A feeling of deep karmic connection with Michael rippled through me.
I thought of the phrase xinxin xiangyin, xinxin xiangyin, two hearts merge in one. I had known this Buddhist saying, but it had not meant much to me. And another that I had heard only recently, the fortune-teller's saying: With absolute sincerity, even metal and stone can be opened. two hearts merge in one. I had known this Buddhist saying, but it had not meant much to me. And another that I had heard only recently, the fortune-teller's saying: With absolute sincerity, even metal and stone can be opened.
It was as if the moon, pure and luminous, slowly emerged from behind a cloud to light up the dark earth. I'd fallen in the well and fallen in love with Guan Yin; now, in a shabby elevator in a cheap hotel in China, I fell in love all over again-with a man. This fall, like the earlier one, had somehow pacified my mind. In Zen it might take a blow with the master's stick to trigger insight. For me it had taken two steep falls.
I'd never imagined that Zen would lead me to a life with one of the species called ”man,” which I'd so despised. I'd recognized my need for people, but I hadn't realized being needed myself. Just as Yi Kong was needed by her disciples inside the empty gate. Which, however empty, was still built upon the same ground of this dusty world.
”Don't let go of me, Meng Ning, please. Ever. You're all I have in life,” Michael said, his voice much calmer now.
I touched his cheek. ”I won't.” Then I teased, ”Though, as a Buddhist, I should Let-Go-and-Be-Carefree.” Let-Go-and-Be-Carefree was Michael's Buddhist name.
He let out a nervous laugh.
I asked, ”How's your leg?”
”It doesn't hurt as much now. With China's five thousand years of history, how long do you think it will take before someone will rescue us?”
Just then the light was snapped on and mingled voices were heard from above. ”Hey, are you people all right in there?”
I yelled back in Mandarin, ”Couldn't be better!”
I looked at my watch. We were only trapped in the elevator for seven minutes. But it already felt like a whole incarnation.
As soon as Michael closed the hotel room door behind us, he hugged me. He held me so tightly it seemed as if he were trying to squeeze out anything that might be between us. The world around us seemed to fall away slowly, leaving only him and me in the coc.o.o.n of this dilapidated hotel. We clung and kissed for what seemed an entire incarnation until he finally released me.
He said, ”Meng Ning, are you happy to see me?”
I touched his hollow face as my heart swelled with pain. ”Of course.”
”Promise me you'll never run away from me again.”
”Michael, I'm so sorry.” Then I lied: ”I did try to call you from a public phone, but it just never connected.”
”All right.”
Some silence, then I asked, ”Michael, how's your leg?”
”It's a bit sore, but I think it's no big deal.”
”Then let's go eat. I'm hungry.”
”But I have my dim sum dim sum...right here,” he said as he picked me up and carried me to the bed.
”Michael,” I protested, ”they might hear.”
But he ignored what I said.
33.
The Peach Blossom Garden The next morning, after breakfast, Michael suggested we visit the famous Le Mountain to see the big Buddha-to pray to him to bless our reunion in China.
The taxi ride toward Leshan was b.u.mpy and dusty, as expected. Michael stared out the window, seemingly entranced.
”There's really not much to see, Michael.”
”I don't care; I just want to see China.”
His enthusiasm pleased me.
Some silence, then Michael suddenly pointed out of the window. ”Here's something. Meng Ning, look-maybe it's a temple.”
Partially hidden in thick groves, the building looked like a modest woman peeking out to the world through a crack in the screen of her private chamber.
It wasn't in our plan, but somehow I was intrigued by the half-hidden temple. I suggested to Michael that we take a quick look.
”I was just thinking the same.”
So I asked the driver to make a detour. He made a U-turn onto a meandering dirt road and followed it for another ten minutes, frequently expressing doubt that we'd find anything. Finally, we spotted a flight of narrow stone steps and he pulled up and let us out.
”Miss, I'm afraid you two have to climb your way up. I'll wait here.”
Slowly Michael and I made our tortuous ascent of the steep, heaven-bound, zigzagging stairs. The day was getting hot, but luckily, heavy canopies of foliage shaded us from the sun. It took us ten minutes before we finally emerged onto level ground, sweating and panting.
Michael smiled, wiping his forehead with a handkerchief. ”We made it, Meng Ning.”
Dressed in running shoes, jeans, and a pale green T-s.h.i.+rt, Michael looked relaxed and happy, blending perfectly with the tall bamboo and its dappled, dark green shadow.