Stone meditations
It is a small experiment in creativity, you choose a word, search a free resource site for the image or photograph that results in a list, and then write a short narrative about it.
For this occasion the words was chosen: Mountain range
How long have I been watching you?
This question would be normal for other creatures, but for living existences of my type it is a very rare question.
He comes every so often for a few sunrises. I have seen so many auroras that I have not bothered to count them.
Could he have something to do with my awakening? Maybe not, maybe it was just a fluke, but still I've been taking interest.
It is such a fragile life, a pitiful and brief existence. But sometimes I see him so calm, with a kind of peace and when he leaves he seems to have renewed strength.
I must admit that I have come to envy some of his features.
To envy? What ended so weird for me a short time ago ... short? perhaps in the geological sense it is a short time for me, but I suppose that for a young man of his race it would be several centuries actually.
When he walks and sits on the edge of the abyss, I can feel his warmth and differentiate him from that of the sun, at first I did not take importance, but then I noticed that it was strange that I was being aware of thinking, that is, I noticed that I was thinking why he came frequently ...
I am one of the many stones on this mountain, I do not know why I am aware of myself, but I have noticed that I can increase my awareness around me and now my existence occupies several tens of meters.
Maybe if it was thanks to him that I woke up. It was a magical moment, when one day I felt a heat unlike anything I had ever experienced. He was in meditation and for a moment he became a unity with the environment, he became part of me, part also of the air that was there, part of the light that bathed him ... for an instant we were a single existence .
Thanks to that momentary spark, I was aware that he was thinking, he was existing, in addition to the fact that I was able to understand from the little that he left of his memories in me the basic knowledge of his world.
I have come to covet his company, for crazy and brief moments I have the temptation to catch him and never let him go, to accompany me for the rest of his life, but then I compare it with the brief lives of the birds that I can observe from the high, they won't fly so high if something traps them.
He has left me in a dilemma, I long for his company and that is something very rare. The only thing I can do is open my heart, my soul of stone, so that your meditation can advance and for a few moments we can be one existence again.
When his short life ends ... will his death hurt me? I don't know, I have never had this awareness of existence before. I thank you for waking me up and I know that I must enjoy and take advantage of every moment that I can share, because unfortunately, our times are different and our existences are destined to be separated.
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