There are places on this earth where the knots holding reality in place are very loose. You can find them at the edges of things, where two constructs meet and weave, and there’s a path out through this woven space leading to release. Out through the shimmering golden grass, and along the edge of the ocean and the sky. Hold my hand, and follow me, into the time when the knots almost came undone. Into the time when reality almost lost his grip.
Everything was so relaxed on this day that motion had almost stopped. The wind was a faint whisper, unable to even stir a ripple on the water. The ocean itself had almost forgotten to flow with the tide, it was so carefree and relaxed. No one was paying any attention the the sun as he tried to move the hour forwards, and the sky began to slide into the sea. It’s was a tiny movement to begin with, just a beautiful reflection.
Then the sun succumbed to the release, and he forgot to hold himself together. His glittering light spilled out across the water in thousands of shimmering stars, each one a little baby sun, dissolving into the salt of the sea.
Now things were really unravelling, and the slide out of reality was almost inevitable. Too many threads had become untied, and the light of the sun was beginning to unweave the water and her waves. Ocean and sky were merging, and no one cared. The spell of release was gathering strength, and reality had only just woken up.
He stood and watch in disbelief as the sky slid without hesitation into the stillness of the sea. Clouds were drifting without a care across the water of the earth. The above had become the below, and this was beginning to release even stronger ties which had never been eased since the first knots of this world had been put in place.
Were those fish swimming through the clouds, and were the birds flying in water? Nothing made sense anymore, and anything was possible. A wish whispered into the watery clouds at this moment would certainly come true, and reality could be shaped in any direction. The carefree release was in danger of flowing out across the whole face of the earth.
The distant isles of the otherworld came sliding across the horizon, and reality knew he had to act fast. He started with those mythical rocks. Drawing a firm straight line across the water, to separate the otherworld from ours, he began putting the ropes and threads back into their proper places. Setting motion back through the world in a stately and proper order, but for a little while the sky lingered in the sea, enjoying the new view, returning when the sun had regathered himself and dropped below the horizon, as he should do every evening.
It’s beautiful to be in the spaces where reality is thin, and a carefree whisper releases our minds into the soft light between here and there. It’s also beautiful to return to ourselves when the adventure is over, and we walk back along the now dim path, calmer and more centred, as though our own threads have been re woven. Following release is a re- gathering, and the cycle flows on into eternity.
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