Nature Inspires that which is desiring to be Awakened.
No one knew how or when anyone arrived
It was nothing less than the culmination of various
scattered daydreams and unexplained deja-vu.
Something in each of them had brought them to this place,
a release from the inside out,
a spectacular collision of mind, spirit and fantasy.
They see nothing but each other,
their bodies fold and intertwine,
trying desperately to melt into one another.
She is rising and sinking with the subtle encroaching waves,
forcibly bound to the warm breathing earth.
There is a painter among them,
quietly blending nature and vision,
yet, the colors do not obey the motions of the brush,
instead, they swirl and bleed and sink into every crevice.
Do not disturb the beauty, is the message, paint with me, not in despite of me.
The little one is perched high in a throne,
carved out by the melting of diamonds.
From this height things look rather different.
The evergreens sway to the breath of every living thing,
grabbing at the life giving winds.
The gusts dance around, flicking through every hair,
every vestige is imbued with the sweet mountain air.
If I were to go into this white, fade into dreams,
float into the sky on a fushia dragon
Would I become a part of the magic above?
Or will it all vanish into blackness.
Today, is not the time for leaving, she decides.
The greens pulse back into view, followed by the rhapsody de la terre.
What time is this, she wonders, where did this white sand fall from?
Where are the others, are they only in my dreams?
This is a selfish thought--I cannot claim this to be simply mine,
For, after all, even the silver trees do not walk alone.