I can’t say what made me go out in the woods that day, barefoot and without my glasses. It was nearly dawn and the fog still lingered in the cove. The ground was covered in pine needles, soft and damp on my feet. I broke form a clearing to find what had been calling me. I sat on the bank of that lake until morning broke. By the time the sun had mounted its ascent of the autumn sky. The stream of thoughts had all but dried and I found myself free to observe the energies that surrounded me take their form, some more permanent, some fleeting, forms shifting and changing, flowing in and out of being.
Did these forms manifest for me or in spite of me? Was my awareness the spark of their creation? Is our separation an illusion? Am I both a manifestation of the creator and the creation, becoming aware of themselves simultaneously? Have I ever asked these questions….
-Adam J Steele
