I stand witness, supported by firm earth pushing against the soul of my feet. Golden solar rays kiss my face, swathe my body in illuminating warmth, and bathe the landscape: flora, fauna, stone, and earth smile skyward to benevolent omnipotence. The cool blue, complimentary shadows turn their faces from the light while a gentle caressing breeze runs her fingers through my hair and tickles my face. Choreographed grass dances so lively and delightfully that emerald trees bow in honor. The aromatherapy of wildflowers, spring grass, and moist earth ride the breeze and swirl blissfully within, on, and through me. The breeze’s baton orchestrates percussion, beating the drum of my ear with chafing limbs and blades. Serenading birds grace limbs and sky with flitting wings and melodic songs.
Regal mountain sentinels stoically anchor the alliance of earth and sky; Am I really this small? Fully embraced, fully inspired, I am full. Stillness absolves resistance and cascades a circular flow of what must come next; release. I am intimately one with this flourishing life. I am this. I am. Visions of warmth, sounds of color, feelings of an earth song, the taste of beauty, and the fragrance of life spills forth from the vessel; paint onto substrate; intimacy.
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