Defining Being

As you may know me.... I try to pen my feelings, with more honesty than with language and grammar. While reading the posts below you may experience what compelled me to write these.
While I was thinking of giving a name to my Blog; this came to me; "Nuances of Being"
Being "Me" is the best that I am at and hope that will show in the posts below

And Thanks for reading

~Nikhil




Thursday, July 31, 2014

The Vision

Today I saw it again; and I want to share. When you read you may understand what I mean or you may find it totally absurd. But something so profound (at least as I felt it) is worth sharing (even at the risk of being laughed at by someone) 

Share your thoughts and please share if you ever had a vision similar in nature....



I could see it; all lush green as far as my gaze took me. I was standing on the edge of the cliff, with the valley smoothly dropping under my feet. From the top what I see is probably millions of trees filling every inch of the valley like a vast spread of fluffy green clouds, so beautiful and so inviting. The Valley had a very steep drop for a few hundred feet after which it curled in to the fluffy slide, just like the one that children play on; but stretched to miles.
 
Usually being at an edge would scare me, but now it didn't. The color and the aura around everything is so generous that I am not scared. I can’t even think of fear, depth, safety or anything of that nature. I am just happy, felling blessed, and warm as if the green iridescent is not just from the scape around me but also coming out of my body. I want nothing as that time as I know I am a part of this place, this scene. The scene that is so beautiful, so invigorating and so alive. I don't want to move from there.

Sitting at the edge continue being one with the scene. I am a shrub at the edge of the cliff, my roots deep in the soil, looking down. . 
Don't know if I have been this and if I have been here for a moment or for a millennia, but I know I am here.

Don't know what snapped me into my seat in the airplane, thousands of feet above ground.
I know I was not dreaming that hill, that valley, that vibrant green color, that cloud of the tree tops is somewhere and wherever it is; there am I. The person who I am now writing this or the shrub at the edge of the cliff, I don't know. All I know is that was not a dream. That was at least as real as this present moment is, if not more.
I didn't close the eyes attempting to go back there, because where ever that is I am already there. The vision was just a reminder.