You drift through an old worn path, through some forgotten
ancient forest and come upon a wide-open meadow full of tall
grass. It is night. There is a full bright
moon shining. It seems so large and so close that
you feel that, if you had the strength, you might pluck it from
A slight warm breeze rustles the grass and trees as if they are
speaking to each other, and you feel so comforted, you feel as if
know just what they are talking about.
You scramble up onto a rock and sit to listen to a small stream
that trickles and splashes over small pebbles and crevices. It,
too, is telling a story about how once, long
ago it was large and ruled this whole place. As you
lie upon the rock and gaze into the eternal depths of space you
feel yourself becoming completely weightless
as you rise into the sky and fly over the trees
into the almost blinding light of the moon.
You come to an oblong lake that is so calm, it perfectly reflects
all that surrounds it. You see the reflected silhouettes of trees
and the shining circle
of the moon. You feel your heart yearn to be in the shining water and so
Plunging into the water you become part of it. Your lungs do not
burn for a breath of air as you realize you have moved beyond the
consciousness that includes breathing. You become part of
everything around you.
You once again wish
to fly. This time you float higher than before,
your course has been laid, as if destined to be so, for space.
You feel yourself grow, large enough to hold
the entire solar system within your hands.
Millennia are passing in seconds. You hover there in space. You are just
there watching it all.