Feather in the Wind

I think this was Friday night. It was a dream again. I remember thinking I needed to be by myself, and usually I would walk in deep thoughts, this time i remember, I went out on the porch like place, not sure where I was but was a lovely setting. I remember seeing a road down below, deserted with vast expanse of fields surrounding it. There were tea lights that were interspersed among the potted plants as I perched in the swing a hammock……..it felt like a rabbit in a burrow, invisible to anyone driving by. I could see them, but they couldn’t see me. Seemed like I could not see my body, but my mind was illuminated. My eyes reached out far and wide into the horizon. I liked it.

As I quietly sat in the hammock, in my burrow, just sitting, listening and wandering in the sounds of the night, I let my Mind wander where it wanted, not giving attention to any particular thought, not trying to organize them into any rational pattern (some say I never do that to begin with). Whatever delighted me, I thought further enjoyed it and let it go, waiting for another thought to bubble up

As my mind wandered, my attention was drawn to the nighttime sounds around me---- It was what I call "a nocturnal symphony". It cannot be played agian the same way. What an experience. An experience that can be replicated again to me is monotony. Don't ask me why. Don't we remember an unique experience more than our experiences in general? Accidents for example?

I heard a cart, somewhere close by, in the grassland behind me. I focused on its repetitive song, wondering if it ever got tired of the sound it generates every time it moves? Was it sound or music?

After a few minutes, I began following the rhythmic chirping of crickets, so I shut out the sound of the cart, and tried to focus my mind on cricket dialogue, to find a pattern wondering if they ever got tired of creating their Voice

In the distance, I heard dogs barking, so I shut out the crickets to listen to the pitch of the barks, three dogs I discerned, mentally matching each pitch to what the dog might look like, wondering if dogs ever told jokes as they passed their messages through the neighborhood

I then became aware of faint, punctuated lows of cattle not too far away; I shut out the dogs to focus on the cows, wondering if their moos have a purpose all the time, or if they just make moo sounds because they’re cows, and wondering , does it hurt them when they fall and then slowly my mind got distracted and then I turned my mind away.

What a joy it was to have no other thoughts, no future, no past...just the present After spending time listening to each Nature sound, I widened my listening angle to hear all of them at once, in symphony. What an experience

I was feeling like a Feather in the Wind, no pressure, just letting my mind wander,distracted and enjoying the experience

I remember waking up to the jarring note of the alarm. Reality has dawned I figured.