Infinity

I am here. Water flows down a rock wall that stands in front of me, nearly three times my height. Small creases and holes have been carved into the rock face, signs of the wearing of time. Fallen trees are suspended overhead covered in bright green moss. Small plants grow out of the decaying trunk of the deceased flora, giving new life to the dead. Beneath my brown leather boots slippery algae clings to the moist rock below the falls. A salamander scurries into a ditch where, had it have rained recently, water would run into the stream created by the waterfall above me. I look around and see myself surrounded by a whirlpool of nature, swirling all around me in the gentle late summer breeze.

I breathe, more clearly than before. The air around me is clean and fresh. A drop of sweat rolls down my temple, off my cheek, and to the ground below. It disappears into the moisture covering the ground.

I am here. In a moment of time that has already passed me by. I enjoy it, for what it’s worth, and the whirlpool pulls my stress down into the earth. I breathe again, and my lungs feel free for the first time in ages. Chains fall off my shoulders, and I am here, away from work, and school, and social norms. I can’t speak, because no one is there to listen, but i can hear the world speaking to me, saying, “You are here, you are small and fragile, but fear not. For you are part of something greater than yourself and your problems.”

I am here, in the moment. The moment where I can sense that though I may perish and fall, suspended above the earth, what I leave behind will give birth to a new beginning. In this i will live on and prosper because I am eternal. I am infinite. Some part of my being will shape some part of this world, and the part that I helped shape will, in turn, shape another part.

All because of me, because I am here.

I breathe.

The moment falls into the ever flowing stream of time beneath my feet. I turn to walk away from the rock face. I turn to walk away from the flowing waterfall. I turn to walk away from the whirlpool.

As I leave, I feel a sense of excitement and urgency. The world awaits me. Some part of infinity begs me to shape it, and who am I to refuse?