Focus all awareness on a tree, a flower, a blade of grass, a stone.
Don’t think about it, but go into it.
Go into the roughness of the bark, the silken petal of the flower, the veins that line the blade of grass, the texture of the stone.
Don’t think about it, become it.
Feel the bark that extends to stand the tree. Become the roughness of the bark, a world of life coursing through you, life teeming on you, touching you.
Feel the softness of the flower petal, the velvet hue that clothes you, warms you.
Be the blade of grass, feel your edges cut the breeze, bend with it, your limber resilience flowing to and fro, then standing, curved and tall.
Become the stone, be its solid stillness, shifting with the earth beneath you, see around you, every direction at once.
Now, imagine the tree, the flower, the blade of grass, the stone, watching you, becoming you.
At once, in that in-between moment without thought, we are each other. We are nature, the same, not separate but one.
©Janet Mitchell, December 2011