The Run, Part I

"The Run, I"
from my lost and found journal...

*fermented silence cultivates the growth of all of existence*

I will just write until the pictures and smells and tastes and emotions are just flowing out of me with no end in sight.

I want to run forever until my legs give out in the creases of a field of tall sunflowers, towering over my body. I will time my trip so perfectly that when I stop to catch my breath, there will be a clear water creek to my right. I will peel my clothing off and hang them sweetly on the oak tree branch. As I am rolling with the slow patient current, I notice a cove encompassed by the beloved weeping willow. I guide my vessel to the shaded area, touching the tips of the bending whips, gently tugging at one. The air in my lungs keep me afloat, and with each exhale, i sink, with each inhale i rise.... The willow welcomes the touch, and speaks to me in a gentle whisper.

It tells me how nice it is to see me again. Again?

"See, we have been great friends in many lives. Just as a mother or a lover, these communes are not always so obvious, but haven't I given you inspiration? You might remember one lifetime where shared our lives together as wolves... our soul agreement is full and perfect. We, the trees, do not speak, for we do not have voices that create vibrations that hit your ears and your mind translates. No, our voices are subtle and are at the soul level. You must be present to hear us, my dear friend. we are but translators that send out the pulse of the earth's core. My roots are lush and are ecstatic at reunion of our spirits."

This is not hard to understand, and now everything is different. It is effortless in the current of love. Ever cell, every pore are awakened in me and energized at this deeply spiritual commune. I float below the beloved willow and close my eyes,still bobbing up and down. I imagine...



....sinking to the bottom of the creek, passing right through the river stones, pausing to honor the energy and presence of the ancient wisdom they hold. I move on, without my body into the slippery and sleek mud. I sink deeper into the thick muddy earth. I find a root from the beloved's trunk and sink inside it too. My light body replenished and clear, I move further down, riding the root though the layers of our Gaea, feeling the healing force. She welcomes my presence by sending a warm and subtle vibration, like to a cats purr, or a lovers touch to the back. I delight and return my own burst of energy.

Suddenly, I am taken over by a tidal wave of indigo and orange light. I begin to spiral downward, leaving above me an effervescent stream of pink and blue orbs of light energy. Matter turns to pure light and vibrations, and time becomes a distant concept. Still spiraling down, I see the core of the Earth.

Her heart, pulsing with green vibrance. The deep voice, soothing like the low tone of an airy bansuri flute, accompanied by the ethnic vibrations of a didgeridoo. Closer and closer, into infinity. The luminous green heart of the Mother explodes into the galaxy, me still riding this tsunami wave, into the multiverse of all that is. She says,

"this is as it is,
and ever was."

Floating in the timeless clear water creek, bobbing and flowing with the current of the Earth.Running with our souls.