by Rasa » Sat Apr 14, 2018 4:04 pm
Last night I meditated and I became lightning, rising from the ground to the sky. I knew I was hot, heat, energy, but "I" didn't feel the heat. Felt the roar, shaking of my lightning self. The journey from the ground to the sky seemed to take forever, not a quick, brilliant flash as humans see it. Then from the lightning to the inner ring of a tornado. And I learned to ride the mighty power of that swirling mass of wind. Such incredible experience. Then "I" calmed, became the confident, invisible swell inside the curve of a sail, enjoying the way I could push against the fabric, could make it move. Blustery time traveler, I, as I skipped from 16th century caravel to 19th century sloop. Pushing each along, telling the sailors I wouldn't abandon them, wouldn't leave them becalmed. I can't wait for another adventure like this!
"The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper."
--W. B. Yeats