A Moment of Unity

Shivering hands, shaking body, alive with the energy of unity! I have walked out on the porch from a blessed meditation wide and deeply laced by a half hour of heartfelt soul-pulsing sharing.
I feel so alive, energetically languaged by the aliveness of energies coming into me…so many forms and textures, though somewhat disturbed by a shallower mindless reluctant tapping.
Dealing with the semi-irritation of the disconnectedness of the “working man”, I slide my mind into the charmingly incessant beeping of the chickens.. a beep quack mix of persistent furrowing for food. The sonar interaction of the cackling chicken with the plunk of the earth’s response caught me in the rhythm of food no, food yes, food no, food yes… chicken earth tapping so different from human tapping.
As the chickens moved into a surprising silence and time stood still, I wondered why, only to be drawn into a sudden tensing as sounds like gunshots pounded against the skin of my sensitive soul.
The foreign life threatening sounds of possible gunshots interrupted the calm of the rustling leaves and the hesitant soft chirping of the birds who had found their way to this rustic elegant simple farm home whose broad porch built around trees I was sitting on. Perhaps the birds were concerned the thud explosive sounds are gunshots too.
The earth has such peace in its transition. The scalding summer sun is mutated by the shifting relationship with the earth. As the soft brightness falls across my arm crossing my crimson dress with green leaves, I feel like a human floor, part of the deck and the while rocker, all of us striped in light and shadow by a molten ball millions and millions and millions of miles away.
How do I speak the language of unity, the pulse of creation that brings the unitive eye to the points of connection….metapoints?
The thick grey double tree with mottled pathways of lush moss traveling up its bark until the moss covers the branches showered me with soft weathered leaves, the last of the life force flowing through my subtle energy bodies before coming to rest on the white arm of the rocker, the pillow I rest my hand upon and the crevice of my neck that is in unity with the dress that rests upon it. I have been leaved!
As if in response, the wind, my primal force ally, sweeps my skirt up and the leaves off onto the floor. Are the leaves and wind, I wonder, in a magical dance, playfully vying for my attention? The unitive state deepens. The sun is warmer on my arm as the wind takes a breather from its shenanigans. I feel the unitive energetic information, an organic conversation you might say. I pay attention. The non-thought sentience of unity informs my cells, restores my vital force, so this body can get what it needs to end the interruption of illness it has had to bear.
I, a willing participant, join in gratefully knowing that the ways of the wind, the sun, the earth, and the trees has sorted out life long before I came along. To let my body know how much I relish complete vitality I bring my imagination to the single grey seated swing below me hanging from the ever so tall double tree. How did they ever get it hung from so high? Rubber wrapped around the tree protecting the bark from the chain held the weight of my imaginary venture to sit in the swing. In my dimensional shift from the porch to the swing, I looked up at the nice white rope I clasped getting ready for me swing. The white rope stopped shortly above my head wrapped by sturdy weathered rope that probably belonged to the original swing. I tucked my long calf length dress between my thighs and hiked up the cloth so I have full use of my legs and I push off gently letting the metapoint of myself, the swing, the air, and the ground move in oneness. Gradually I shift back to the white rocker on the porch, my body appreciative of my imaginative message to it. I look down. The swing was slightly moving in response to the activity of life around it and perhaps even to the imaginary being that sat for a moment in its seat. I suppose in the eternity of existence I am still in that swing. I suck in my breath, smiling in the knowing that in the oneness lies the wholeness and the completeness of life.
I have moved the rocker back into the shade now. Here comes the wind again. Leaves are raining down on me. The sun caresses my foot thanking me for not taking on more than I need. All of our vital forces are laughing now. We will not forget.