I stepped aside, I paused, I had a second look at what was before me. I was not lost, only awed by the silence and poignancy of the moment.
I was walking alone in the empty field in early summer in Melbourne. Part of the grass was parched but birds were having their pick of food and made gentle noises, they fought to get the benefit of more pickings.
Suddenly an eagle stooped over them and they flew away. There was a row of tall trees the leaves of which swayed in the wind, and their rustle was pleasantly audible. Birds twittered intermittently and flew from tree to tree. The sky was white and bluish but the clouds hardly moved. The sun was benign.
As I was writing my thoughts sitting on an old, partly damaged wooden bench, I heard someone playing Schubert's Standchen followed by Massenet's Meditation from Thais and lastly Beethoven's Romance in F---I drifted with the music and felt the pieces were played by me. I was in deep reverie, I felt light, peaceful, even blissful; the moment was sacred and sublime; everything within me was in place--there was no need for thoughts or words---life had manifested its secrets and mysteries to me; there was no need for any search or quest; I forgot myself in the awesome flow... Suddenly, came the rain and I was wakened back to reality.