In The Meadows.

It took this moment just a bend in the road, a little perfect visualisation of a road-less-travelled-by, to get to a breeze which reminded me of a fresh, mine of earth. The wind swept the sounds to my ears, rustles of leaves and stems sliding over each other, and all of a sudden, I can be true to the world; grateful and grounded, resilient to all changes.

And here I can readily close my eyes to be at peace with whatever is. I can try to make intentions to be the best person I can be everyday, although it’s formidable to live up those expectations and be the ideal cloud of dreams that I carry everywhere.

But all of this doesn’t matter. You’re here, carrying above you a rainbow of ideals that I love to see. Even with my eyes closed, I feel you there, your hands entwined around mine, feeling our distance multiply by halves of halves and further till we can syncopate the experience of being human together. Till we can see the exact spectrum inside of our heads — and it’s beautiful.

In the meadows, I know that I’m not alone on this journey, although I tend to seek privacy here in this vast space. And all at once, I am intrigued by your calm stories and slow revelations. I am enraptured by everything that is not me, and I am balanced and empowered to think further and deeper, to grow into a vision that exists outside of myself.

And perhaps in this meadow, while the sun shines by the east, rising gracefully above us, we think about the vision we foresee to put our coordinates on this map. The sky becomes our board of plans and dreams, as the clouds take shape and airplanes glide, all is represented in metaphor and visions— it all connects, one by one, slowly, then all at once.

And I can think of all that and never be afraid with you. That’s why I love you. I don’t want anything but this experience, this abundance inside of your spirit, perhaps waxing and waning, but always dynamically growing. My patience perseveres through all of your phases and I’m glad I can stay long enough to see this wonderful picture of you fill with colours and chaotic patterns. I know time is somehow scarce. Sometimes we haven’t any minute to spare to sacrifice our worldly happenings, which is okay. It’s a part of what we do to keep us alive. Yet, in this meadow, we can have all of it; the beauty, the time and the wonder of vivid introspection and love. Oh dearest, how I am enthralled and honoured by this simple, undemanding love.

In the meadows, you will disappear just as I walk my way back to the real world. I will watch your face fade. I will see the disappearance of you lying down on the wild grass, contemplating the blueness of the sky. But all of your stories and the anthems you’ve sung will echo in my heart, with every step, even when you’re not there.

Because in those meadows, you are everywhere.