One (A Short Story)

I'm standing on the edge of a cliff and underneath me an ocean. I don't know its depth but I'm certain that my jump could be lethal. I'm standing, not caring of the consequences, not bearing in mind that faint sound of the crushing stones beneath my feet. Not considering that they fall into the sea, shatter, and then crumble into dust, with the first contact with the surface as a result of the impact. They are screaming at me: "BE WARE, DON'T FALL", yet I give them no attention. They dive deep, so deep that they are no longer apparent; there is nothing that could be seen of them anymore. They're carried away with the motion of the waves that go back and forth, and with it is the sound of the ocean hitting against the rocks, washing them, wearing them off, and crushing them with pressure and violence. In this wave motion of his it feels like rage arising, yet the cliff is standing stiff, in pride and ego that it fights back all the tries of being broken into halves. It's protecting its existence and the existence of the creatures and the life that it bears on its back; as if it has sworn never to give up on a friend, no matter how heavy the burden might be.

There is only that smell of the wet mud and wood of the forest that stands behind me, as a result of the rain of the previous night. The fireflies were then flying beautifully and with their little flames of light they added shades of green to the trees of the forest. Their graceful light was creating small rainbow bows as they flew around. The sight generated tranquility and inner peace. After that rain, I walked to the edge of the cliff and stood there as the sun rose up and colored the horizon with the calming, peaceful colors of the aurora.

I stood there for God knows how long, just taking in the air, feeling that early, cold breeze of air at the dawn as it hit my face. I felt my brownish red locks flickering and waving with the soft, early wind that carried early water dews from the sea and carried the smell of the salt with it. I felt my hair glow and shine with energy and peace. I felt my arms rising in the air; they made a perfect cross shape as they intersected with my truck. I felt like flying; as I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the feeling of peace and silence. I set one foot in front of the other and I felt the air carrying me. There was a bridge of stones being built beneath my feet, and then covered and paved by white and violet roses and green wide leaves, it led my way to the clouds and the stars. I left the cliff and the safety of the land for the ventures of my own mind's imagination of walking on the clouds, sitting on top of the world; having all I want in the grasps of the palm of my hands and I just felt free.

I was ascending to the sky, feeling the power of nature filling me in and neutralizing all those feelings of hate, fear, and rage I ever felt in my living duration on the land that people call "Earth". I felt the clouds and the shift in the direction of the wind. I heard the sound of peace and calmness as I walked towards the stars.

In that moment of ultimate happiness and comfort and that feeling of safety, even though I'm walking on the clouds, I felt the sea beneath me calling. The waves were tempting and I had an urge that ran into my veins and blood and raised the speed of the beats of my heart. I found myself giving myself over to that urge and the last thing I know myself was doing, I was falling. I felt my body crashing against the wind, as a result of the effect of gravity and the height from which I gave myself over. And here comes the true meaning of inner peace and calmness, I'm diving into the sea and throwing my arms onto it. It's that feeling of being clean, innocent and pure. There is that sense of tranquility and oneness. I'm one with myself, I'm one with the medium I'm indulging in and feeling its power running through me. I feel the water lifting me and rising that sense of spirituality it has, as if it was carrying on a religious ritual of purging. When I gave over to my intuition I disregarded the cries of the stones that have fallen before me. And I was right; I knew I was right from the early start. I became one again; I'm one with the thing that gave me birth in the first place. I'm one with myself and one with the main component that makes my existence.

I turned my head over in the sea and saw a flower in my right hand; a golden flower, not like those that paved my way to the sky. It glowed and shined with a graceful, peaceful light that doesn't hurt the eye, yet lights the world around you. I then heard a melody in the silence that would give hope to the desperate. As this song started to play the flower glowed brighter, I grew calmer and more comfortable and feeling more one with me; the body and the soul are one together again. The sea became quitter as to listen to that soft sound and bring peace to its own existence. It's a melody that turns time back to the ages of purity and clearness. It sang:

"Flower gleam and glow
let your powers shine
make the clock reverse
bring back what once was mine
what once was mine"

With the sound of that angelic tune I turned my head towards the sky.  I could see it blur as an effect of the water surface. I closed my eyes once more, I enjoyed the harmony of the atmosphere and there I slept as never before. It is a peaceful death, a peaceful journey to get transferred from the world of lies to the world of truth. It is the peaceful way to neutralize the inner war and get your soul to be one with you as once before; as the time you were first born to the land of sins and leaving the virtues and heavens behind.