The Ancient Hermit (Third Meditation) by A.M. Kent

Third Meditation

The hermit heads out into the sun, the waves of heat blurring the trees as if they were dancing. He feels the rough bark, each chunk concaving against the skin on his palms, the leaves nudging against one another above his head. He sits in a nest of nature’s by-products like a mother bird protecting its young, but he only protects the thoughts to come. The rays of sun paint splotches on the ground, piercing holes in the shadows their bodies create. He places his palms facing the glorious blue sky before lowering his head to the Earth’s core. Nature’s delight is shut out once more, as with the closing of his eyes comes the serene darkness. His being deconstructs itself, removing lingering pieces of identity that were created before this meditation. The character of the hermit, piece by piece, slowly begins to cease its existence. A deep inhale inside the womb of nature, a beautiful exhale blows away all the human urges to be something, to be someone. Now he is nothing, and with nothing comes everything, for he is now ready to begin his journey. Flowers bloom in his mind, just as the universe did in time that three-dimensional minds cannot reach. The ancient hermit forgets his being so that he may play in the infinite without the self-proclaimed label of sapiens. Transcendental atoms bridge the gap between the physical as humans know it, and the physical as the cosmos knows it. He becomes part of the ocean, the infinite expanse that separates nothing and joins everything. The birds singing in the trees are just as much a part of him as the legs that cross and the hands that rest on them. Great loves that are long forgotten exist in the past, but there is no true past for time is not truly linear, the illusion cinders its veil away. The past, present, and future all become one, the holistic joining of time where what was once forgotten forever remains in the cauldron of time. He opens his eyes, and it begins to rain, for his meditations are nearing their end, and his final meditation shall be his death.

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