Wet With Forest Dew October 1, 2011
Posted by nrhatch in Fiction, Magick & Mystery, Mindfulness.trackback
He rolled from bed and padded across the cold stone floor, rubbing his eyes to surface from slumber.
Gray skies and spitting rain against window pane urged him back to bed.
Soon, gentle snores greeted sputtering rain.
Wikipedia ~ Hookah Smoking Caterpillar (in Public Domain)
He next awoke at forest edge, hunger echoing through empty caverns.
An arbitrary mushroom, sans caterpillar, beckoned.
He tasted its medicinal trail as it glided down his gullet.
Appetite sated, he relaxed.
A cool breeze passed through his skin, using pores as doors.
The air circulated within, replenishing his calm center.
His heartbeat, attuned to an invisible conductor’s baton, guided his footsteps without faltering.
He entered fully the flow of life.
Without, the silence grew. He lost focus. His smile melted and slipped from his face. He searched with intent, efforts unrewarded.
The vast sea of dew-covered grass waved, without revealing a thing.
Thunder rumbled.
A bee bumbled.
His stomach grumbled.
Humbled, he tumbled back to the future and fumbled with the alarm.
He rolled from bed and padded across the cold stone floor, rubbing his eyes to surface from slumber. Gray skies and spitting rain against window pane urged him back to bed. Soon, gentle snores greeted sputtering rain.
Footprints wet with forest dew crossed the floor.
If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awake – Aye, what then? ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Spirit Lights The Way 
aye, what then?
C’est ca!
These words made me catch my breath: “His heartbeat, attuned to an invisible conductor’s baton, guided his footsteps without faltering. He entered fully the flow of life.” A beautiful post to start my day!
Thanks, Sufi. 😀
When I “go with the flow” . . . an invisible conductor guides me without faltering as the path unfolds before me.
God dwells within me, as me.
God is the breath within the breath.
Profound tale. Your writing here is beautiful.
Thanks, Cin. I had fun writing and polishing this one. Sidey’s themes cause me to break out of my comfort zone . . . and explore the reach of words.
Nancy, this is lovely writing.
Thank you
John
Thanks, John. I believe I’m circling back from prose to poetry after a rather lengthy hiatus. That’s the wonderful thing about Sidey’s Weekend Theme . . . No Boundaries. The sky’s the limit.
The dew wet footprints – lovely! What a delightful post, Nancy. I loved it!
Thanks, Denise. I had quite a bit of fun with this one. 😀
This is great writing, you circle maker! Had great fun in all the “umbles”! Keep writing, Nancy.
Thanks, Amy. I had fun transforming this from a rather ugly duckling into a slightly more graceful swan. 😀
Awesome, Nancy. I am really enjoying these stories about footprints. Yours is lovely.
Thanks, Andra. Are you inclined to play along? The more the merrier.