The Clearing

We traveled together. We laughed and loved together. Then a roar like all the demons of hell let loose beside me…she died alone, her broken body by the roadside like a pile of discarded rags. The semi didn’t stop; nor the nightmares in my head that took me on a 10-year tour of the hell from whence they were born.

A man torn surrenders his life. Discarding his clothing, trappings of humankind, he ventures deep into the forest. He waits. Eyes close. Silence, save the call of songbirds. There is a stillness unfelt for many years. Eyes open, he explores a little. Some small fruits taste refreshing. Chewing on bark…sampling, foraging, a taste, a smell. Some things are bitter…spit them out, some things are sweet…eat. No rules. He lays down to rest. Sleep…no nightmares.

The cool dew of morning lingers in his hair, his body glistens in the golden light. Water trickles in a gentle stream; cool, pure, refreshing. A small wallaby hops by. “Hello”, he says, but the sound of his own voice doesn’t belong there. Words…human words….discard them. Thoughts…words in his head…don’t need those either. Discard. Feeling…not thinking…no words or emotions…no fear or tear to blur the clarity of vision.

Day becomes night becomes day becomes night…be-comes…being. Time passes unnoticed.

Clouds form…a gentle rain. Gather some tree fern fronds and weave them into each other. A blanket. A small mossy log for a pillow..a fine feather bed. Small creatures gather to shelter beside him. Were he fully clothed, stumbling noisily through the forest as once he did, no creature would dare show itself. Acceptance.

Sunshine returns revealing a vividness of color never before known. Seeing for the first time…hearing, smelling, tasting…truth…real to touch. His senses awaken, enlivened to the primal realness of be-ing…here…now. To BE…the self! HERE…presence! NOW…this living moment! “Be here now with me” he cries! Creatures scurry, startled; then settle again. Trust…acceptance. The Earth heeds his anguished cry. Her warm embrace; a Mothers love, frees a rain of tears.

He casts himself to the ground, arms outstretched, holding her, heart to heart. “take me…join me…absorb me…I am yours!” Eyes, nose, mouth, all senses…close in a lucid dreamstate. A lone ear pressed to the ground awakens to the sounds of the Earth. A soft hum becomes a drone…a single tone. As the sound flows through his body, it carries with it the essence of all-knowing.

There is but one life. We all share it, like the cells of our bodies. Every cell has its role…every insect…bird…tree…and person; all with a purpose and reason to BE! A perfect, harmonious balance. One tone. One life.

His bliss awakened.

He went there to die…but how can one die who has not yet lived? Instead he found life…and it embraced him. Through pain comes love; through surrender comes healing; acceptance becomes trust…comes humility…comes truth…comes knowing! All that is real-ised is made real.


The Clearing

Beau Ravn

Larnook, Australia

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Out of a 10 year journey into the depths of the dark forest of ones own inner hell, springs new hope … new life … a new vision of all life. A clearing.

An auto-biographical short story.

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