Suspended Reality

Before enlightenment, tend garden, carry laundry.

The Wind blew through the walls, calling my name. It took me by the hand and pulled me away from the burnt coffee. Higher and higher it soared until the Wind became Water and buoyed me on the deep ocean current. Gradually the abyss lightened in color until I could see the brightness of the surface where the Water became Fire and whispered the hot gossip of pressurized rock as the stubborn volcano was unable to withstand our combined pressure. With a fierce shudder, it poured us out onto the reborn world where Fire became Earth and in the forming crystals I saw the still brilliant hues of the dying star that enabled me to be shuddered into existence.

After enlightenment, tend garden, carry laundry.