Wandering with the Wind...

Friday, October 31, 2008

There are mountains surrounding me, so many mountains, in the distance, where the sun shines through their shadows like a golden gem. All around heaths of grass lapped against me; I was alone, faraway, so faraway and distant...I was free, I was in the wind, I was no longer existent in a world where everything would soon be forgotten. It was dusk, late dusk, trespassing into twilight. The skies rolled their fiery eagres...there were clouds, but everywhere else was clear. The mountains beckoned towards me. The wind breathed around me. It was a land where light was eternal and never-ending...

The grass continued to ruffle, and under my feet there was none but pure nature, pure soil, pure earth. There was moisture beneath every one of my touch; the grass were alive - their spirits were awakened, they were here, free, not beholden to anything that would bind down their truest consciousness...The mountains were breathing, the skies were gazing, the wind was embracing. There were so much to see, so much to hear...so much to feel and know. So much for me to exist...

A faint call echoed forth in the distance...the call of music, the call of nature...where the long-lost spirits had revelled in their wake, where they were freed and liberated to do all they were meant to do. There was meaning to life; there was meaning in every single wonder around me. I never recalled their names - they had no names. They were not chained to registrations...they were forever more, and eternally, themselves.

I knew who they were. I knew what they were. I was in tune with their powers and miracles and weaknesses just as a note would be in tune with a melody. I saw the light of their spirits flicker and gleam within their bodies. I heard the whisperings of life flutter around me. I felt the presence of existence, true-hearted existence, brimming the lands of my world...it was liquid light, purest essence of meaning, and nonetheless the great knowing of all kinds...

There was nothing to be defined. It was dynamic...the grass took me into their sunlit green-brown turfs just like I was part of them; They were me, and I was them. We were one...constantly in tune, constantly balanced and merged as one spirit of nature. We had never split. We were combined. We were born as none but one.

Yet we had to go. The sun bids farewell, the winds breathe their last breath, and the spirits recess into the depths of their being. What is left now is an empty world...one where sunlight shines lavishly through the lands but none reaches the truest hearts...one where winds sweep but leaves no impression upon the hastened consciousness of existence...one where spirits were forced into hiding and ensnared within their own deceiving protections...

One where every being exists but lives without living...we were dead. All of us...we were no longer in harmony, we have become a destructive force which would fulminate into a trillion pieces of realities that would never come together...we were killing each other...

We were losing contact, losing communication, and none knew deeper than the surface.

We were dying.

And perhaps, that is why we had to leave. That is why that ethereal world seems so faraway now...

So faraway...

When a long time ago I had once stood upon its very breathing earth...

Laughed in its very dancing presence...

Flew in its very knowing winds...

And existed in its very harmonious embrace...

So faraway...

When will I return...? When will I be able to step upon the lands of that world and live as one with all others...?

When will all things return to unity...?

When........

And as I question, the skies above continue to roll...the winds continue to blow...the grass continues to sway...

I was still a part of myself.

I was still a part of my world.

I was still one with me.

I am one.

And yet I am so faraway...

Yet my world is so faraway...

Faraway, not to be seen...

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~~~*The Winds struck at 4.42pm*~~~

Aurinya blogged at 4:23 PM

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