Shadowed by heaven
Yet held in its palm
The mist of time
Heals with its weathered path
With the clarity of the past
And the hope of the future
Nestled in the Great Mother
We wait for our rebirth
And dream.
The fragrance of the earth and the flowerpetals fill me with energy and growth. The smallest of birds are belting out the tunes of life for all who will listen. I lie down in the tall grasses, carefully pressing myself into the cool, soft earth.
Time has no meaning here...for the wisdom of a thousand years echoes throughout this field. In every blade of grass, every drop of dew, and every hidden sound, there lies the imprint of eternity, burned within the soul of the land. As I close my eyes, I can feel the lifetimes pass through me, leaving traces of their sweet scent on my skin.
For this moment, I am forever.