Transcendence Digital Stories

I had forgotten until now, That these woods and foothills, These stalky cat-tails and this secluded pond, Were my friends. I had forgotten, The sharp impertanence of the autumn wind, The song of thousands of tall strands of pale-yellow grass, And the unforsaken peace of the natural world. I had forgotten until now, The idleness of trees, and roots, and stumps, And ducks. Out of neglect, I had forgotten them. I chose instead, The contrivances of Man, The promise of uncont

I went into the deep, The daily time we keep to see the starry rise. It’s time to sit. Bench to hold my back as Branches climb the school, and Birds fly from their nests. I went into that place. The silent realm of space from breath so now I breathe. These thoughts and wisps of leaves and love of birds who flew to up above, These miracles of evening settle to my very soul. I have taken such great care to be here, ready, for such a breath as this, and lo I have a tree’s own s

I stand behind the door as a gentle breeze blows through my wings. Silence is an old friend, entering without knocking, staying to clean up the kitchen. My spine is straight, my chest unmoving. In my hands rests a staff, riddled with purple and red and gold, the only colors besides the white surrounding the space beyond the walls. My ears start to pulse as a low hum spreads. Gentle and quiet at first, then crescendoing into a symphony of vibration, the squeal of a firework