I sit straddled by the river stone underneath, facing the current of the ever flowing downward stream, the river stone surfacing enough to keep me atop the flowing water. A log of a fallen tree supports her laying body as she faces the sky above while draped over the stream–like death, the log didn’t have to be a mournful thing. I have one hand on her thigh, as she’s not too far aside from me. Here we were experiencing separate moments, within these shared moments, through our own separate eyes. But here our souls were, connected as one, to this one. All is pure. We were being blanketed by absolute bliss. Nature was working its purity on us. Connect with her when you can–she will always bring you back home.
I wake my eyes from my meditative state, to look back to her eyes closed. Still laying atop that log, with my hand still upon her thigh, no words need to be spoken. Silence was enough for me to know what this was, to know the emotional state in which we both were in, to know the vibration at which this nature was vibrating at. We were both naturally in a meditative state. We were being healed, calmed, awakened to all that is, and that’s all that there needed to be. Her eyes still closed, but I know she was so completely here with this, as I was too.
I look back to see the waterfall, falling with its delicateness, the ripples of the waterhole reflect the sun leaks through the trees above; the stream continues underneath us, not constricted, not by force, but with elegance and grace. The flow of the water brings me inner peace, and reminds me: I too am the flow of all that is; I too naturally flow, as nature has taught me to do so. As the currents underneath our bodies flow, the currents within us flow. All felt so right.
All was alive–the naturescape breathed, and we were breathing with it. We received the new breath from the trees around, as they all gratefully received our exhales.
I jump into the waterhole, and crisp to my skin, a chill right to my bone, I choose not to fight. Instead I let go. Feel it. Breathe into it. All the pain of that chilling water softens, and instead, surprisingly, comforts me, the deeper me. The inner me smiles. My outer smile can be seen in the reflection of the water below me. Surrendering was the key, and in return I was gifted life. I look back, and awaken from her meditation, she smiles. I know she knows what I’m feeling. She’s with me in my moment, and I too can feel hers. She too is so alive.
It’s one cohesive moment. There is no such thing as time here. Is this the feeling? It felt so pure, so beautiful, so perfect. We were so full of life. All that was this moment, this setting, was us. We were with it, and so accepting of it. Was this love?
We sat, side by side, on that log, a gift from nature. The current never ceased to stop its flow, underneath our existence. The trees bring forth such a pure breath to our bodies, and the sun leaks warmth into our souls. All was just as it was created to be.
We were experiencing pure love. This was life, flowing in and out, painting the perfect masterpiece for us, right here and right now.
What to do but be completely grateful for this gift of life.