Grey infused frozen water consumes the last light before the fields darken.
Distant planets follow me from dawn until dusk and a new world emerges where I have become one with beings and energy I do not understand yet make sense at levels I did not know existed.
I left my field years before I arrived here, in search of a new beginning, a chance to erase the past, the stories I have written.
Days traversing empty fields become lost in the mountain shadow where the sky became the ground as we became blind from snow and ice.
With no vision or guidance I was forced to remember ancient words from mountain tops.
It was difficult to separate the truth from lies, the cloaked wolves from the bodhisattva sent from beyond the shadows.
I stumbled upon a rock and fell into a creek feed from glaciers. I feel deep to the bottom of the creek and then I stopped.
The cold become the darkness of my being. The shadows thickened and became a vision of nothing, an island of another existence.
In that moment of eternity I stood on the shoreline of swirling black light and stared at the island. On that island a life played out like a movie and after some time, I realized it was my life, it was my movie.
I watched the choices and decisions I made, the people I loved, and the people I hurt. I watched the distance I kept and the selfishness I exuded. At times, I thought those on the island, in that temporal dream state, looked over at me across the distance as I watched them, as if they know I was there apart from the person they were interacting with.
When darkness becomes all that we know, a choice is presented to grow beyond the person whose own words and actions put them there.
