sitting over an edge of a cliff looking over a vast desert,
i look into the distance at the sun setting in the horizon.
its lights slowly being swallowed by the hills.
all i hear is the sound of the wind as it blows around and past me.
it is getting colder, but it does not affect me.
there is a sound in the distance growing closer.
or is it just becoming louder?
a steady rhythmic sound.
a drum?
as my mind stretches out into the infinite, i realize this is the heartbeat of the earth below me.
i cloes my eyes and feel it in my soul.
its vibrant sound vibrating the muscles and bones in my body.
reaching out and connecting with my very soul.
my eyes snap open to catch the sight of a bird flying in the distance towards the setting sun.
getting lost in the last rays as it disappears beneath the horizon allowing the night sky to take its place to watch over the land below it.
the stars begin to pear through its depths one by one.
the rhythm continues and the spirits begin to speak.
but i not in normal speech.
in a low hum as if from a cello.
i close my eyes and listen.
letting the music touch my being.
letting the voices flow in and out of me.
i let my conciseness sink into the warmth of the mother.
we are one.
i can feel her place in the universe, floating through space.
completely weightless.
i can no longer see the earth around me.
all i see is the vast see of stars scattered in the infinite darkness.
i stay here in this peace for some time.
no thoughts.
no troubles.
no worries.
just the sound of the earth and the spirits humming their harmonized tune.
it is time for me to reaturn.
i feel myself gradually descend back into the earth and into my body.
i open my eyes.
sitting over an edge of a cliff looking over a vast desert,
i look into the distance at the sun setting in the horizon.
its lights slowly being swallowed by the hills.
all i hear is the sound of the wind as it blows around and past me.
it is getting colder, but it does not affect me.








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I am the one. The untamed son.
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I am the one. The untamed son.
I am power which has become flesh.
Know my name, for it will be spoken
by the four winds for centuries.
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