She is sitting in silence, in the corner of her darkened room.
She is relaxed with her eyes closed, and she is smiling. She is bright and some may say she is lonely; she is not. She is not alone. She is not alone in this.
She is the receiver of all sights and sounds that Mother Earth opens to her.
She is the falling leaves of autumn, the biting cold of winter, the scented breeze of spring and the burning heat of summer.
She is able to hear laughter coming out of silence, and the music that is heard within the rhythm of the whirling stars.
She is the rain that soaks the land, quenching all below.
She is the river, moving towards the vastness of the oceans. Waiting patiently to immerse itself into the enormity of the beckoning ocean, holding within it the never-ending cycles of birth and decay.
She is the ocean, with its great swelling motion that laps upon so many coasts. She is attuned to both the calm sway of gentle seas and the surf’s roar as it pounds against rocky shores.
She is the towering mountain that reaches up into a never-ending sky.
She is the forest that stands green and firm, yet forever swaying with breezes that carry the symphony of birdsong and the trickling of countless brooks. She is at one with the melody of the life that breathes there.
She is the great void of space that spreads endlessly towards infinity.
She is time; owning every second that has passed, all those to come, and all those that are ever changing and are.
She is shadow, boundless in the silence that steeps into infinitude.
She is the wonderment of a thousand myths long passed.
She is the fire that burns within the souls of all here.
She is all things existing, both in the here and now and beyond, and then beyond all that which is known.
She is.