[Take yourself 15 minutes to read this. Sit back, relax and let the magic find you.]
I open my eyes. For a moment I just realize that I opened my eyes. I can see.
I stare into the sky and I recognize the beautiful sky. It is blue. Nice soft blue. I can see some clouds. They show something. For me it is a horse opening it’s muzzle. For you it might be something totally different. Maybe two sheep hugging each other. It doesn’t matter.
I move my head. Just a bit. A slight look to the left. There is still the sky. The sky. The ocean of air. This endless blue. There are also some clouds. Smaller ones. They are moving like the ones before. They are forming a shape. The shape is what we know as a heart. You would also say it is a heart. The sky lives and moves. The heart flies by. The moment it transforms into the face of a beautiful woman I smell freshness. It is the fresh meadow. It smells green. It smells good. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell grassland and it is a divine smell. Almost like a fragrance. It is almost like a treasure. A treasure of smell.
My fingers ly in the grass. I just discovered that my hand touches the meadow. All my hand has contact to the green carpet.
With the fingertips I tip one blade of grass. Slowly I move my finger on it almost as if I pet it. Then I ly my hand back into the green softness. I push the other hand into the meadow and feel how the bed of green picks me up. The rest of my body also senses the presence on the green realm. The meadow has no king. It’s power comes from each blade of grass being equal to the other.
A moment later. A sound. Silence again. And there it is again. The sound again. It comes from behind me. It seems to come from an upper place. Like a tree. A bird sings his melody. A nice pattern of pleasant joy for my ear. The special wealth comes from the small breakes in this tune. I close my eyes to let the music flow through my head. I fully relax. I open my eyes and hear another tune. Another tune. It has it’s own beauty in it. Silence. The birds tunes alternate. They create a wonderful concert of nature.
I ly like this. I am one with the moment. I am one with the nature. I am one with mother nature. I am one with me. I am one with everything.
I just ly.
I can feel something warm. It is my heart. It moves. It lives. I am alive.
I get up slowly and respectful. Now I sit in the meadow. My eyes see. What I see is a landslide of visual impressions. Trees. Small trees, huge trees, beautiful trees. A mountain. Solid, grey, majestic.
A river. A river bend, moving water. Mushrooms, bees, flys, grashoppers, bugs and flowers in different colors. Everything is alive. This is life. This is living life. This is love.
One flower shelters a butterfly sitting on of the orange blossom moved by the slight north-wind. The butterfly flies in the air and pursues this journey showing its pretty painting on its wings.
I gaze into the middle of this view and breathe. The air moves into my body. It passes my nose and flows to my lights deep down into my belly. After the departure it spreads itself into my body just for the purpose of doing this once more. I exhale into the universe. The divine process starts again. I breathe again.
I stand up and enjoy the joy of life. I lost the feeling for time. It doesn’t matter. I make some steps and I discover a bush. It wears a red little fruit which I have seen before. I move towards it. Slowly with respect for the green soft carpet. I arrive and I touch the small fruit gently. I hold for a second and ask nature for approval to gather this fruit. Nature responds by the sun glancing on my eyes and sparkling in the eternity of my right eye.
My mouth changes and I smile. Then I gather it full of joy. I step forward and put it on my hand. I watch it. It is red. A little dark red. It has tiny hairs between the red balls it exists of. I put it between my thumb and my forefinger. Than I move it up into the air and hold it into the sun like a trophy. I watch it into the bright sun. The sun shines through it and the dark red fruit gets enlightend.
I thank the nature – our mother earth – by expressing my gratefulness.
„Dear nature, dear mother earth, I am grateful for the wealth you offer. I am happy for the diversity you have developed. I thank you for letting me feed myself of your fruits.“
Then I put it to my nose and smell on it. It smells sweet. I persevere. I kiss the fruit and open my lips. I put it to my tongue. I taste it. It is sweet and nice. I smile.
This is the perfect moment. A fling of eternity.
I walk this earth with respect and honor.
I feel gratitude to be, to eat, to breathe, to live.
This is all I want. This is love. Pure love.
When did you worship yourself and earth the last time?