Sitting back I squint and focus at the distance. The familiar scenery becomes unfamiliar. A natural setting that becomes almost magical. A tiny pebble, a leaf, the trickling sunlight blinks from nearby fronds. The dewdrop glints and says hello. It's a distant wink I've caught this before. A strangeness to the familiar has opened itself to me. This instant, this wondrous moment so vital comforts me. A shallow breath from within , so tranquil. It consumes me. Poised and steady, my heart sings, my brow hums as if some coil has unraveled within me. As if all is gathering. All is coming together. A tear falls as this inner voice whispers to me.
" We make journeys where there are none.
We create distances where there are none.
Oh! Such an endless road to travel
When you have never left "
Waking to Spirit
Time it fleets by. Conspiring with nature it steals this young tree from my vision
where now a fallen oak stands. My wrinkled skin confirms this for me. But if I sit
back squint and focus at the distance. The pebble, the leaf, the familiar wink of recognition they all come bursting into my being. And before I can even ask. This inner voice
whispers.
" We make journeys where there are none.
We create distances where there are none.
Oh! Such an endless road to travel
When you have never left "
And then it's gone. But yet, the pebble, the leaf, the trickling sunlight are still all there. Why isn't the heart singing ? Where has this sweet soothing silence gone ?
