The Waterfall

The sun shines in the clear blue sky. The wind blows, carrying a fresh breeze with a smell of wet earth. Big, green trees move with the rhythm of the wind, like dancers pulled through the air. I feel the high grass hitting my knees and its softness when I step on it, hearing the cracking of dried leaves between big stones covered with brilliant green moss. Butterflies and insects fly about the flowers in the green fields, welcoming their new guest. I watch lizards posing on the brown bark of old trees, and I listen to the birds singing in the branches. Being part of such a beautiful show of nature, I am overcome by a delight of senses that arouse my imagination. I close my eyes and feel how the air fills my lungs with each breath.

This is life.

I walk through the bush accompanied by the noise of a brook. A passage formed by a dome of trees, leads me to a beautiful, small valley where the brook becomes a waterfall. I go to the banks of the brook and take a brief moment to enjoy the surroundings with the only thought of undressing myself. My bare feet feel the moss on the rocks and the chill of the water, I sink into the muddy silt, feeling the smoothness and softness. I watch the little fishes moving away as I pass. Little by little my body gets used to the temperature and I start swimming slowly, feeling the current against my entire body. I swim to the waterfall, stopping bellow the stream.

It’s bellow the stream, where no thoughts are allowed by such overwhelming sensation.

You don’t question. You are only allowed to feel.

You feel free, liberated, of the habit of thinking.

M. Ch. Landa

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