I sat very still thinking to not scare anything away with motion,
So I simply continued to sit, quietly and wait
When did I get here
It was what I imagine to be a perfect day
The sun wasn't rising and there were no morning birds
Was I dreaming?
Or was this the moment
Soon I became aware of my breath - the steady in and out of it
It seemed as though it was matching some other rhythm from somewhere else
I began to realize why there were no bird songs for me at that moment,
In that very moment - the birds chirped,
None of it separate from me
I sat and looked around
at what I might recognize,
a smell perhaps or sound - nothing
something or someone that might give me a clue to where I was
nothing - I called out - no reply came
it seemed hours had passed, but shadows hadn't moved
the sun still at that early morning angle before it breaks over the treetops
how long had I been here
and more to the point, where had I come from?
the sky, that buttery pink and blue of early morning opal -
the air a slight chill with the promise of warming as the sun rises
Still I was not afraid - just curious
had I slipped between two realities?
just before death brings
the angels to you?
with each breath I felt clearer - more centered
and then I could feel my heart beat
a slight pulsing all around me - I suddenly felt invisible threadlike webs
connecting me to, not what was just around me - but to all things
and why the sun was still, and why I could not find another soul
be it animal or human - and when I finally fully realized why
the shadows danced and the suns rays vibrated
it was because for that brief time I was one with all of it
I was and we all are one being
one entity - with one journey home.