The afternoon is warm—almost hot—and there is a light breeze in the air. I strip down to my boxers and sit outside and feel the sun’s heat on my skin.
The lake is still, the birds having gone to wherever birds go on a lazy afternoon. An osprey screams/chirps—in that odd way that ospreys do—far across the water on the distant shore.
I take a sip of beer and feel its coolness coat my mouth. I wait a moment, letting the flavor fill my cheeks—fill my being—then swallow. Its coolness slides down my throat as the bubbles tickle and caress my tongue.
A single engine plane flies overhead. I hear its hum, but don’t see it up there. A pilot behind the controls, following a course so vastly different from my own.
The metal on my camper pops then goes silent as the panels expand and contract in the heat.
The sun beats down. The lake is still.
Sweat beads on my brow and my mind stirs.
I push the thought away—what can I do about it now?—and open up and surrender and merge into Her.
My boundaries expand to infinity and I am both at once Vast and Miniscule. She is Everything and I am Nothing.
The breeze gently taps the open trailer door against its stop—thunk, thunk, thunk, and the hose bib drips continuously.
Below the faucet I can almost hear the grass whispering with each drop of water, “Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you.”
The osprey has grown silent.
A lone crow caws.
But this time, there is no answering taunt.
It's Time To Wake Up
Mystical Oneness and the Nine Aspects of Being is a step-by-step guide to enlightenment and beyond.
It's Time To Be Happy
It's Time Let Go
Imagine I have only seven days left to live.