He lays beneath the green tree, its shadow overlays him. Its children or little relatives - the grass - cushion him. He spreads his arms with joy and completeness. He is one with nature. He is nature. The tree feels his heart beat. The ants walk beside him going about their business whistling, busy as always but acknowledging him - once in a while an ant would wink at him. Some birds of different colors - young and older ones - what is he saying -all birds are young. They only live a couple of years or so. They are joyful. The good ones die young. They all die young. Always elegant - never missing a beat. They fly next to his ear they sing to him, some talk about things. The wind flirts gently with his tree - moves her a bit to the left then to the right. She swings along. They have this special relationship since the beginning of time. Though in the wintertime she is naked from her leaves she loves all the seasons. Now hi is one with nature. He lays on this bed of grass. It touches his skin, sometimes tickling here and there. He moves his hand so gently touching their heads and the grass bend with the movement. Perfect harmony. The breeze moves his hair together with the grass and the tree and it is pleasure.

Now he floats with the wind gently upwards. He sees the beautiful blue sea down the horizon not too far away. The music of the waves from the distance echoes in his head. It is a cozy gulf surrounded by mountains keeping the echoes alive forever. They fade away but if you listen closely you will keep on hearing them. The seashells are also singing with the wind. He floats more and more upwards. He sees the tree top now facing him as if it knows that he is about to go on a small journey. He floats towards that mountain in the distance as the wind takes me. He gets closer to this mysterious mountain going upwards with the incline until he reaches the top the wind leaves him there. He looks at the splendor of surprise. The beauty of what he sees he couldn't have imagined in his dreams. Crystal clear lake, like a mirror, never seen or touched by a creature since this ancient mountain calmed down from the time it was a volcano. The crater got filled with tiny rain water which had accumulated over time. So pure and clear. He descends upon a rock in that lake to touch a very ancient tree coming out of the rock. Its appears as if tens of tiny trees with ever twining stems fused together over time to form one tree with shared roots. From the rock he extends his body so that his face is very close to the water surface where he sees his very clear mirror reflection. He looks in his own eyes so closely that in the reflection of his eyeballs he sees himself looking in his own eyes deeper and deeper. Then he start seeing beyond the reflection and through the mirror surface. He sees the roots of the tree go so deep down in the water. It is around sunset now and little sunshines on the lake. He dives in the water to follow the roots that go deeper and deeper. Underwater he follows the longest root, as it gets deeper and thinner. It takes him inside a cave at the bottom of the lake as he still follows the root under water to see where it originated. This cave has some hollowness that has somehow gotten some air - air that has been trapped here for thousands of years - in its purest form. Never has it been inhaled or exhaled by any creature. As he takes it in it fills his soul with a sense of fulfillment and his mind with stories, old stories about the birth and origin of this untouched dimension.

Now he sees that the cave is large and has gotten some light the surface somehow reflected on the pink and yellow colors of stone inside. The ceiling and walls of the cave have these beautiful shapes of engraving that the water over the years has delicately etched. He walks inside the cave towards the center, where he can hear tiny droplets of water. The sound gets louder and clearer as he gets closer - as he slowly approaches he sees right next to the water droplets a flat rock and on it the most beautiful shell he has ever seen - pink red and turquoise colors and some that he has never seen in his life. Its shape is wavy and the surface is engraved. Now notice what he has not heard - that water droplets from different sides- some dropping on different shells, some on water, making a small symphony, playfully answering each other with musical phrases. He hears the sounds as he sees the droplets fall on the shells and then splatter or bounce of after hitting the surface. He opens his mouth to receive some of these bouncing droplets. All the while delaying his anticipation of the most mysterious and pleasurable moment that awaits him - to open the shell and see what hidden treasures rests inside. He opens it to see this diamond like stone reflecting bright light of different colors everywhere, almost lighting the whole cave. The surface of the stone is formed of hundreds of tiny triangles meeting each other at different angles. He looks in one triangle and he sees my father... (to be cont)