Sunlight trickles through a labyrinth of branches overhead, while I lay silent listening to the wind a-stirring. Inhale the breath of morning with my face impressed in grass. A fox on my right arm pins me down while the elephant on my left helps me create.
Ideas flow like water onto the page. Once they are brought to life, they inspire reality to change. Even a tiny stream can carve dry, desert sand; if there’s a tree to drink, it will transform the land.
The trees chatter overhead, trunks swaying and leaves splashing their secrets. If only I could hear what they have to say…Still, I get the general sense – the feeling transcends words.
I am connected to this tree, just as this tree is connected to the land. And that goes for all people, all life on this bountiful planet. Maybe, if I didn’t pass through brief as the wind, I could understand what the tree was saying without losing details in translation.
As I wander, I leave behind a trail of scent. My presence lingers like a ghost, invisible except for my footprints. Follow them if you wish – they’ll lead you to a stream where they stop short because I’ve joined the cycle that knows no time, which has and will be spinning long before and after we’re all dead.
Lotus blossoms bleed color in the water. Trickling down the stream, they get lapped up by curious creatures and manifest in their dreams. How does a single thought change the world? Just as a pebble paints the surface of a silent, starry lake.