An eternal moment in the forest. Silence fell upon the land and all was still. The trees stood tall and strong, clear and defined in the waters left on the tracks. The leaves lay heavy and moist, rich in colour and scent upon the forest floor like a natural woven tapestry of a season past. The skies, as black as granite ached with the memory of birdsong as the light of a sun was momentarily smothered. The absence of noise felt like death had arrived and taken the life from all things, leaving behind a deep and powerful mystery. Even the wind had surrendered to the way of things and was as still as the stones that slowly sank beneath the Ivy vines. A mystery was here, a spell, a hypnotic silent music that mesmerized the inner beings of things into a deep and simple state...like a glacier to a winters fell. Only one thing moved across this still and silent presence, the thought.... who am I ?. Like a ghost wandering down the emptiness of a forgotten and derelict home, this thought birthed and died from the mystery afoot in a moment that seemed eternal. Disturbing the quietness and peace of things. From the same void one could sense the coming of another question like lava bubbling in a molten sea, the echoes of it noticed before the voice appeared. Yet who is the asker that seems to be alive and questioned the tranquillity of this place? Still, hypnotized by the beauty of presence held within the unchanging nature of this unfolding moment, a deeper awareness of peace merged into all things as the unnameable asker of things dissolved into itself. A light shone, and the colours of things returned. The birdsong was clearer and more beautiful held by this mystery that lay hidden beyond and within the changes, still. Slowly I stand and move together with things, embraced by the mystery that in every step dissolves the one before, yet fills every cell of this experience with an aliveness long forgotten until NOW.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 07:18:10 +0000