Awonawilona

I was sitting on a rocky bay, overlooking the lake Certain stones spoke to me, But when I tried to communicate with them I felt spiritually blocked. I felt physically and mentally weighed by my earthly tasks and duties. I sat on the rocks, I took off my shoes and socks And I pressed the soles of my feet And the palms of my hands unto the earth And I felt a myriad of sensations Comfort, pleasure, relaxation, mental stimulation Everything. I sat and experienced the earth, and communicated with her for a few Long, tender moments And then I sat in my cross-legged position of meditation. I formed the circles of the Om with my thumb and forefinger, and rested them upon my knees. I upturned my face to the sky, And I meditated. I visualized my subconscious And was startled to realize That the very lake I meditate to, Could be the lake before me Therefore the visualization became surreal And out of body In body. I felt a deep sense of place in front of my lake My consciousness sat comfortably on the shore I relaxed, set my shoulders, breathed deeply, and internally chanted Om Nashi Me I closed my eyes, I saw myself in a loose white dress, Wading into the lake The sunlight sent sparkles of light shimmering across the lake’s surface. In the distance, In reality, and in my meditative state, A pair of swans swam together. A train passed in the distance. A cormorant splashed into the water. I was wading up to my waist When a voice awoke me. It told me That the swans were a looming relationship in my near future and present life A beautiful, solemn thing And not a bad thing. It just was what it was. The train- Work needs to be done and will be done in due time This voice told me The cormorant Is a trickster It may try to reap what I sow I must always stand behind what I create With my earthly hands For it is one of endless manifestations of being which I may Call my own For a time But this voice Was so powerful Yet gentle. It was the sound of the wind rushing past my ears and through my hair It was the voice of the sun Of the lapping waves of the lake Of the birds flying endlessly over and around my head I experienced it with every sense And my sixth sense, My mind’s eye It removed the spiritual block And coursed through my entire being I felt its presence And it was so So. Much. I was overcome. With every feeling I looked up and it was a bright, bright light And tears began to fall from my eyes on their own accord I asked who was speaking to me It said “I am everything that is Everything that ever was Everything that will ever be. I am the rocks beneath you The sky above you I am the light upon your face I am the birds in the trees I am the leaves I am the water in the lake I am all I am you I have always been here You needed only to open your eyes And your heart” Tears were still falling I thanked it, I was overcome with gratitude for its’ presence It said: “I have always been here. I am the Great Spirit, I am Awonawilona, the Creator.” It stayed with me a moment longer I felt it so strongly, and so deeply. My tears dried, I breathed deeply And I smiled. I felt alive, and awake, and whole. I was everything, the earth, the sun, the sky, the lake. I picked up the handful of stones I had gathered, And consulted with each of them The first was a foot. My traveling spirit. The next was a rusty red rock, with glittering shards of quartz and a small outcropping. A bird in a nest. Family, new life, home. A small white stone had a strong feline presence to me A mountain lion. A cat. A white and gray pebble, Had a playful, yet serious persona It was mysterious and quiet, I wasn’t able to communicate with it by word, only feelings and strong visuals It may be a beaver. There was a stone, I found in the water, it was smooth, and spoke of comfort, and refreshment. The spirit of the lake, it fits perfectly in the palm of my hand, a yin and yang of perfect harmony and balance