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Gaia
Green. Soft and green. The grass connects with the soles of my feet. I shudder a sigh, as my body remembers. The breeze gently touches my face - I feel it's rhythm: slow, gentle. then…heavy, stronger. It courses over my skin, over my body, finding it's way into every tiny microscopic facet of my being. The wind moulds me. Or is it me who moulds the wind? I lay down on the grass, secure, as though the earth herself is embracing me, protecting me. The sky is endless blue, endless possibilities. So far away and yet so close. I don't even have to reach up to touch it, I am there already. I am a part of the sky and it is a part of me. Who needs to fly, when we hold the heavens in our hearts? Green, again. Framing my view, the trees, dancing, ever so slightly. I turn my head and gaze at one, losing myself in the richness, the colour, the pure energy of this living being. Reaching towards the sky, and occupying it so gracefully. The branches, trunk, roots - woody and hard, but also alive, also with a blood running through it's veins, like me and all the creatures and living things that have lived on this planet, are living, or will live. We are all connected, I realise. We all have the same 'stuff' inside us, I'm not sure exactly what. Maybe it's magick, maybe it's power, maybe it's love. Maybe it's bio-plasmic energy. Whatever it is, we are all united because of it. We can never be lonely because we are all together, connected. Everyone who is, was, or ever will be. A reassuring thought, I muse as I sit up on the spongy grass. I look again to the sky, as I feel the earth moving, knowing the sun is not setting, but we are turning. I feel the size of the planet and I imagine all the souls living upon it. So many people. So many oceans, so many trees. So many birds, fish, creatures. So many tiny ants. And I suddenly know that I will never be truly alone. And I feel an enormous outpouring of love from my heart. Love for what I am, and love for what I am a part of. It encases me, and I sit, bathed in awe of this magnificent thing, this thing that has no name, but which we all know. Deep in our hearts. Because we are all a part of it. And I am not afraid, I am not sad, I am not angry anymore. Because there are no limits…. |
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This intel was contributed by rylah
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May, 2012
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