Short stories

A Walk in the Woods with the Beats of Our Hearts

As we walk through this unknown region we pass thousand-year-old trees who've seen the lives of many that travel here. Listening to the beats of music that flow through the pieces that lay in our ears. Feeling the energy travel through our bodies and into the surroundings. Every beat that courses through is exposed and becomes a symphony of colors flowing in the wild wind. Blowing in the treetops and the strands of grass. Entering a meadow of flowers, while the beats and colors continue. Finally opening our eyes as we reach the center. Levitating a few feet off the ground seeing the flow of music and the spectrum of colors that come from the core of mind, body, and soul. Finding out that is the power we had, that had traveled through generations. Having the ability to make and kill living organisms with just our thoughts, the beat of the music, and our hearts. Using the flow of colors as we move along with the untamed wind to the celestial beings that reside above. Slowly descending to the ground below, we land on the small field of grass and flowers. Looking above to the residence of the ancestors of yesterday. Watching all the small gas-filled spheres of a vast unknown rise and fall in light. While we are sitting on the ground and slowly lying down to view the darkened sea as we lay in the ocean of colors. To finally wake up in a room of white, the smell of a chemical, the sight of blinding light, the sounds of mourning loved ones that gather around the body of what we used to be. Turning around as we finally say goodbye, and a promise to see them again in another land. Walking to the land in which we were before to wait for all that we love and cherish.