Waves

It comes in waves, some less intense than others. There is so much that fills the surroundings. There is hope, there is life, there is a collective force pushing for peace and equality. Sometimes that's easy to forget. It's easy to forget that there are other things, besides people. Perhaps if you just lie there, nestled in the pebble-scattered clearing, the surroundings might again become familiar. And maybe, if you resist closing your eyes, to spread your gaze across the farthest reaches of the clouds, you will find salvation in rain. And as the thin drops meet your tongue lightly, you will taste it. You will taste it with your whole body. I know that it was meaningless before. Merely distractions gathered into an assembly line, trying to piece me back together. But once even a part of you is tied down, you can't know true freedom. But on this day, lying atop mother earth, hands gripping soil, mouth tasting one thing that will never be controlled by man, I have reached liberation. Once more. I know no attachment. There is only freedom.