the River

waking with the sunrise… just the trickle of rays cresting the horizon as her cobalt orbs open, body pushing up from the lush grasses, arms raising high to almost touch the clouds so close, taking in the surrounding of her resting spot, the first opportunity she has had to see it fully, having arrived under the cover of darkness last night, lingering slowly as the full beauty of this momentous spot is revealed to tender gaze…

warmth suffusing her as the sounds now fill her ears… the creatures, the flowers, the gentle rain that is beginning to fall…. her back arching as fiery tresses are thrown back – wanting to feel the caress of small droplets… the cleansing of flesh, mind, and soul… the fuel for all creation…

a deep breath inhaled, filling her senses with the rich aroma of fertile earth – the basis for the sustenance of life created… eyes catching glimpses of the smallest insect… one caught by the swooping bird, rising up, she shields her eyes with slender hands braced against the cinnamon arches…

catching the sound of running water nearby, soft steps carry lush curves in search of the seed of life, carrying them far and wide, spreading along the long length, seeing the banks begin to overflow, tiny feet stepping into the cold rush, diving into the depths, feeling the touch of the water covering her… breath held as the world outside goes silent to her…

jumping up to break the surface, born again by the water, belly tightening as she thinks of the life coming around her, brought forth by the blessings of Nature, pulling out and laying back against the grass, fiery tresses fanned about her, body open to the kiss of Nature… thankful for the blessings around her…

hands caressing along sunkissed flesh, flicking the droplets from her…offering them back to whence they came, not hers to keep, knowing that all she is, is a gift… splaying digits into the earth, body reaching up… a soft song susurrated on the light breeze, inspired by beauty and love…

twirling slowly at first… the song rising in tempo… eyes closing down, hands reaching and crossing above her… movements becoming more frenzied as the song continues through parted lips.. chest aching as heartbeat thuds in its cage…a soft moan ends the whirlwind as she crumples to knees…

drawn by the beauty of the jungle spread before her, she begins walking along the water’s edge, eyes taking in the myriad of colors, the depth of the green canopy confounding the chance to focus, finding herself suddenly immersed in the darkness of the overgrown vegetation…

following the river’s edge… her body moving in concert with the call of the beasts around her, hips swaying sensuously, just a visitor in this world, here by a whim, still not sure exactly what had brought her to the mountain top, to that place of beauty, a sudden thought crossing, caught for a brief moment, wondering what will happen if she is seen… for all of her would be seen…

that same tune, she hears it again, carried upon the wind, it isn’t her… it isn’t the natural harmonization of the wild ones… moving to knees, her cautiousness making her hold, trying to come to terms with what is approaching… cupping her small hands together as they dip into the ever widening river…

steeling herself, splashing the cool water against her cheeks, as legs unfurl, pulling her to her own small stature, tapered fingers combing through the long auburn tresses. knowing that she is drawn forward, just as the river is drawn into the lake… its offering brings life

she enters the clearing, seeing beauty surround, just another form… with the tenderly arranged flowers, the Ppeople – some lounging on thick pelts, others deeply involved in animated discussions… a soft whimper escaping over lower lip caught by pearly teeth as one by one – Tthey all turn to her… her eyes drawn to One, the One she moves to, naturally falling to knees at Her feet…