In Communion

Cyrus Wild
Intuitive Creations
2 min readFeb 23, 2021

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As I approach the pond I can’t help but notice all the tadpoles scurry about almost as if they were playing tag. Days ago these tadpoles were in stillness, in the form of an egg. In no time they will loose there tales, grow legs, and hop out the water. Wow! What a transformation to behold.

There is a drifting haze in my periphery. Flurries of yellow everywhere. Yellow magical dust is spawning from the flowers on the ground and trees. It’s all over the place!!! Yellow DNA floating in the air. Spawned by one and captured by a reciprocating flower. Genes…fertility… free flowing through the atmosphere.

Weeks ago it appeared as if this soil lay barren. Little did I know in this earths fertile womb rest a seed. With the changing of the seasons that seed began to grow. Cells split and multiplied and an embryonic spout began to rise kicking and pushing against the soil until it breached.

Suckling for the first time on the sun and moon’s light. Bathing in April and May showers. Shaded by the ones who came before it. Nourished by its decomposing ancestors that lay around it. Connected by a nervous system of fungi & roots. It’s separate but connected to it all.

I breath out carbon dioxide, the plants inhale. The plant exhales oxygen, I fill my lungs. Smacking my lips and tongue. I can taste her breathe. Heart to heart with all that is around me. The sky penetrates the green canopy gazing into the left eye of Nature.

Am I the sky? Attuning to the earths rhythm until everything is still. We are separate no longer…

In Communion… What a wonder!

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