After a half hour sitting beside the stream on an overcast morning before a predicted storm, the light suddenly changes. The skies become almost white in their grayness, and a palpable sense of imminence comes over the land, and one.
The basic elements of the earth–sky, water and air—become almost indistinguishable, and appear as one interwoven mystery, which they essentially are.
A line from Rainer Maria Rilke comes to mind: “Earth…your holiest inspiration is our ultimate companion, Death.” Beyond words, one understands what the poet was saying, for one is actually experiencing the truth of it. What does it mean?
It means, to my mind, that the wellspring of life, indeed of the universe itself, is death. Death in this sense is synonymous with creation, and with love.