I was out walking this morning and I found myself in a state of mind that I often dwell in, often find rolled out before me without really seeking it - I think it is a mystical state and the essence of it is multi-dimensional: I am floored - often to tears - by the beauty of it all - the blue sky, the birds I hear talking to each other in the trees above me, the twisted, sometimes dead branches of trees that tower over me and the colors of the leaves that have fallen from them - yellow splashed with red, pure red, pure yellow - the many shapes they have, the thought that they are dying in their beauty, and that I too am dying minute by minute, second by second and that someday I will not be in this miraculous space to see and relish the beauty and complexity all around me, and in me.
I do not seek these moments; I have not used any kind of meditation technique or taken it from the wisdom of any revered saint or guru. The immense "presence" of a love and life-power so deep and high and grand, a presence I have come to call God, is not something I have looked for quite honestly. It has been in me and around me my whole life. I do not look for something better after this life has gone. I seek to merely appreciate it and love it back as much as I can, so when I leave, I know I have lived it to the full. I am just thankful and need to express it.
