Endless Foreverness

Here, in the torrent of fast moving mortality, expecting, thinking, wondering, worrying... grabbing moments here and there.. dreading, fearing, waiting for the experiences to come.. the torrent of that river of time grabs me and holds onto me so tight.. I can only take a moment to cling onto a fallen branch or jutting rock, to remember...

To remember that point in time, where the point was truly endless, hours did not mean a thing, nor days or weeks.. I was just there.. just being...

Being in another endless souls presence, its hard to describe but, even when no words were spoken, or we were doing nothing at all.. it felt like a whole lot of something... peaceful, silent joy, gentle warmth and feeling of what can only be described as.. love..

Love for the moment, the endless moment of being connected.. no thoughts of yesterday or tomorrow, no worries of anything but the smell of grass, the velvet touch of a daisy petal on my cheek, the warmth of the sun on my skin, the sound of soft breathing from my friend as she sleeps next to me, the flutter of her eyelids and smile of content, and my own smile as I relished this tapestry of beauty around me that seemed like forever.

And it was forever, day and night had no meaning.. only that they shined their magic, showed me their beautiful unique qualities, I felt no need to follow their paths with wake and sleep, only to be in their presence and allow my body to find its own way.. no rush to get anything done, started or finished, only feeling of foreverness and slow soft existence. I could create at my own tempo, explore feelings and thoughts, and form them into something pleasing to me, no worries if its right or liked by others.. none of that.. that did not enter into my mind at all. not like now..

Now, as I am here, alone in the darkness, slower but, I feel the weight of the fast river of time pulling, I know it will pull me back in soon, I cling tighter onto the rock that helps me look to the shore, that still, unmoving land, with green pastures and hills all white and yellow with daisies and buttercups, remembering when the river was not even here, just a gentle stream I would sit by.. never did I think I would get caught up in such a torrent of raging time..

Time pulls at my aching body, I weep, as I cling to that rock and long for that point, that expansive and beautiful point of endless foreverness.