The turtle's secret    

As I stepped forth from the dream tunnel, I emerged into a spring time meadow. A small clear stream murmured water voices. A school of minnows played in the shallows. A warm breeze full of the smells and the sounds of spring touched me with a flash of childhood familiarity. A turtle was swimming toward the shore, toward me. As the turtle came out of the water onto the bank , the turtle's eye flashed like a diamond in the sun. The flash stopped my mind. My thought stream dried up, and I was left with the quiet awareness of the witness. Thought stopped and time went out the window. What followed might have taken seconds or it might have been hours.

My eye of awareness turned first inward to the inner world of my body, feeling it from the inside. I floated like a cloud of awareness into fingertips, organs, areas, systems; watching life, sensations, areas of tension, sounds of breath, heart, and stomach. I could feel the muscles of my face, my feet, my posture and the self image beneith it, the dance of the moment. It was a homecoming as I came home to live for a moment in my body as an energy field of awareness, a silent awareness. Awake, as a lion stalking.

The river of time went around a bend and the cloud of awareness that I was identified with grew to include my outside world along with my inner world. The sound of the wind and the sound of my heart were both within me. A thought drifted by like a like a deer on the hill. Another one smoldered like a fire on the horizon.The boundry was down for a moment. I felt like a context instead of content.