Without thinking about it

If today I sat down in a field and I got it

Today, I sat down in a field. The sun shone.
The smell of the grass and wildflowers filled the air.
Tall shafts of grass swayed ever so slightly with the breeze,
their proud plumes towering over my head,
as I felt snuggled into the heart of the meadow.

I noticed all of this and none of this.
The hum of insects nearby and the rumbling whine of a plane flying over head
The kiss of warm sunshine on my skin
The scent of dark moist earth
Sitting there nestled so close to our great Mother Earth

I got it

Me - I - every part of me I could conceive of as my being expanded or perhaps it simply merged. Every single cell that had ever been me became so large, or was it small? Size, distance, shape all took on - no meaning.
The world as I had ever perceived it with my senses became fluid, like moist drops cloud a steamy window and I no longer knew where I - me - ended - or began.

I didn't know at the time, I had "got it". I didn't know at the time - about time. Fully awake, I became the dream. Without thinking about it, I took leave of my senses. That's it exactly, without thinking about it. Me - I - this being that I had grown into from a baby forgot that I was separate from anything else. Forgot to be afraid. Forgot to try and make sense of it.

And I got it
Not to have and to hold - Not a story to be told - Not a gift or a treasure
Just an opening, illuminating ourselves

If today I sat down in a field without thinking about it.

Komala
4 am Thursday January 30, 2003