I was meditating after my walk in the park today, sitting in the shade on a bench near a long avenue of trees that are the most heavenly shade of pink in the spring.
My eyes were closed, of course, so I could not see the trees or anything else, but I could feel the wind brush against me and smell the grass around me.
Suddenly I knew that someday I would be part of that wind and grass and even the sunlight that surrounded my shade. In fact, I will be part of the shade too.
When that happens I will no longer be wishing I was with my Muse, or my children, or my family and friends. When that happens I will be part of them too.
They will breathe me in with every breath and I will caress their face as I blow across it. I will smile down upon them from the sunlight and guide their way at night as the moon. Every star will be me, or some infinitesimal part of me, for them to wish upon.
We will be one in so many ways then, but I'm in no rush. I have a lot of things to do before that happens.
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