A Mind Meditation using the Element of Water
Ground and Center
You are sitting on a rock in the middle of a fast running stream, watching the flickering play of light and shagow of the water as it flows over the pebbles on the stream bed... mesmerizing.
It's hot on the rock and you cool your feet in the water, and then your hands.
The babble of water is in your ears.
You feel yourself slipping into the stream, immersed, part of it.
Borne along by the current, like a drop of water.
Undines are playing about you, fishes awimming through you, grasses and rushes passing the sky above with little fleecy clouds scudding along.
Racing past rocks, eddying into the banks, laughing and chuckling in the shallows, encasing bubbles of air.
Gliding along the bottom, pushing and lifting the sand.
Pouting over the brink of a mighty precipice.
Falling, falling as spray, caught by the air and suspended for a moment, or two, or three, crashing into a deep pool, down, down, darker and darker, caught in a whirlpool, sucked in and down, part of it, spinning around, flung to the surface in churning foam and laughing on your way.
The current, slowing now, passing placid meadows with water birds and insect life, huge trees, casting deep reflections, caught by gentle weirs and sheltering large, fat fish.
Pressure of water pushing you back whence you came.
Conflict of forces, current pushing you down, tide pushing you back, backing you up into a wave and the sudden release as the tide turns and you and the silt go down to the sea together.
Into the sea and out to sea, borne upon the tide, carrying the silt with you.
Serious now, a part of the might of the vast ocean, borne in the crests of the waves, warm in the sun, heated more and more, becoming lighter and lighter, more and more diffuse, until only your essence remains.
Pure water, borne aloft by the hot air, rising as vapour.
Rising, higher and higher, joining your brothers and sisters to form a cloud.
Higher and thicker and darker, a vortex of whirling air and vapou, spinning, clashing, crashing, conducting the electrical power of the energies produced by the movement within as the cloud builds up.
Higher and higher, borne along by the updraught caused by the hot hills.
The lightning plays through you, the thunder crashes around you and you feel yourself cooling in the upper atmosphere, condensing, growing heavy and finally falling, down, down, heavier and heavier, slanted by the wind to land once more on the thirsty earth.
Droplets are falling all around you and you are careening down a steep hillside, faster and faster, more and more of you, forming a runnel of water.
The earth is starting to absorb the water and you feel yourself caught between grains of soil.
Tiny capillaries suck you in and you are drawn deeper and deeper into the bosom of the earth.
It is dark and quiet.
Faint gurgles of absorption are all the sounds there are.
You feel the vibrations of the different particles of earth.
Some are drawn to you, melt into you, salts and acids are part of you and your fellows.
Calcium and limestone join you as you pass, down and down and suddenly you are falling off the end of a stalactite into a large underground lake.
Darkness and quiet surround you, broken only by the occasional drop of water.
Ages pass and the deeps and the silence surround you.
Even the Undines are quiet.
And in the quiet very slowly, formulates a presence that fills all your beings.
The powerof passivity, the power of plasticity, filling all the gaps, eternally shapeshifting in the Cycle of Life.
A droplet or an ocean, all are one in the Power of the Great King Necksa.
You are part of the current of Life, bearing life to all the organisms of earth.
For they are born in you and grow in you.
Without you Death encroaches.
Your presence gives Life and Love and Laughter.
The slow seeping of the lake draws you into a quiet stream that wends its way between the layers of earth until finally it emerges into sunlight and air, high on a mountain others join the stream.
It gains size and pace and the Undines laugh with the movement and the sunlight as they flicker over the stones and past a human sitting on a rock and gazing at them.
