Looking from behind the clouded sky, feeling the softness of the clouds, the breeze from the sun, the sound of the eagle bridging the worlds.
Was it yesterday or centuries ago, it feels like eternity, when the crossing of our space was foreseen, the timeless space, where nothing ever was separate, nor will ever be.
In the morning silence of the Sedona plains still resonating from the ancient chants of the native indians in their sacred moments of reunion with their ancestors, my glance goes over the rocks of dark red color, giants in the desert, unearthly in their presence, overwhelming in their breath, overshadowing the tiny houses of the city.
A bit overwhelmed by the grandness of the area, the spirit of the ancients, and humbled by the forces of nature, my tiny footsteps are almost as silent as the red rocks. It is a blessing to walk here, uniting yourself with the forces beyond comprehension, gentle and soft, yet strong and present. There is a deep confirmation of depth behind the sceneries of the eyes.
I feel to be the observer, the witness of eternity, blasting its forces of emptiness and resonating behind my ears, humming to the frequencies of the past and the future.
Was it yesterday or centuries ago, it feels like eternity, when the crossing of our space was foreseen, the timeless space, where nothing ever was separate, nor will ever be.
In the morning silence of the Sedona plains still resonating from the ancient chants of the native indians in their sacred moments of reunion with their ancestors, my glance goes over the rocks of dark red color, giants in the desert, unearthly in their presence, overwhelming in their breath, overshadowing the tiny houses of the city.
It is August 2008, and the desert heat is slowly approaching. Within the silence of my footsteps, and lone step of inner worlds, the silent breeze is my companion. Every step is life, a graceful move honoring my own presence in this marvelous Gaian creation.
A bit overwhelmed by the grandness of the area, the spirit of the ancients, and humbled by the forces of nature, my tiny footsteps are almost as silent as the red rocks. It is a blessing to walk here, uniting yourself with the forces beyond comprehension, gentle and soft, yet strong and present. There is a deep confirmation of depth behind the sceneries of the eyes.
I feel to be the observer, the witness of eternity, blasting its forces of emptiness and resonating behind my ears, humming to the frequencies of the past and the future.
aka Komaya
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