The path is narrowing down. It’s getting late. I lie down among the flowers and the shadows. Waiting for the dark to set in.
Just before sunset, there is this brief moment of clarity and intensity. The colors become more vivid, the sounds of the forest grow louder. Everything is alive, fresh, and crisp.
The wind picks up from time to time. The tree crowns above me are dancing a weird dance.
We’re often afraid of anything that could dissolve our sense of being a separate ego. But right here, the borders and delimitations fade away. I let myself dissolve in the scene. Everything I could possibly say is already said, much clearer, by my surroundings.
My ego cannot really add to this perfect dance. So I blend in like a nocturnal animal.