Thursday, April 23, 2009

Imagine, Part 1

You are sitting down, in the cool grass of spring. A light wind tussles your hair, but not enough to notice. Imagine you are sitting there, eyes closed, seeing the red and black illusions of the imprints of light on your retina. Focus blurs, and the weight of your body subsides. You are sitting on the top of the Earth, it falling away on all sides. The senses of sight, touch, smell, taste, hearing, all dissipate in intense focus. But you aren't focused on anything at all. Imagine, as you sit there, your legs drip away into the earth, followed by your arms and torso and head. Rivulets of skin and bone melt into the one object that sustains all life. You inhale, and the earth expands. You exhale, and the earth contracts. The tides are your sweat, moving from place to place to cool off the body. The clouds form from the evaporated sweat, and then rain down in continued sweet perspiration. Imagine as you sit there, you sink deeper and deeper into the earth, knowing nothing, but everything. You travel everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. As you sit there in the earth, searching, you fall and rise, you fly and sink, you die and become eternal, you fight and submit. Imagine you are at peace so that you don't know everything, like you wanted to, but realize that you don't need to know everything. Imagine you are at peace so that knowledge is meaningless, but awareness and fluid thought are omniscience. Imagine you sink further into the earth. You are hot, molten in temperature. All life surrounds you, but cannot survive without your heat. You steam and rupture, you boil and fly towards the surface, landing in a barren land of rock and sand, devoid of life. You sink into the earth again with powerful thought and uninterrupted concentration, and grass sprouts, flowers emerge, the desert turns into a meadow, a beautiful sanctuary of life. It spreads as fast as destruction, and continues past visible comprehension. Trees blossom and petals fall onto your concentration. Your disturbed thought is interrupted by pure beauty, and you are overcome by bliss.


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