How this could have happened I will never hear again but it happened all the same exactly this way.
I was walking in Prairie Creek surrounded by my soon to become silent companions when I noticed events so strange.
I dug my feet into the dirt they soon dissolved and roots were sprung a nervous system extending into the soil, oh the sounds the smells I felt.
Where my skin once was bark began to emerge my fingers became tiny clones of myself each speaking different tongues I could not comprehend I made out these words "our time has begun. "
I became a Buddha on the road a three quarter smile on my lips as my body grew towards the sun a thousand years was now mine and to it I did succumb.
I watched the generations pass Christs come and go and come again. It all meant nothing to me at all as long as I have this fog that nourishes me and creatures living in the canopy.
I stand at peace for centuries a thousand years and still my life is a five minute dream filled with all possible intensity and former attachments as the impermanence of the illusion of time was plain to see as human lives whirlwinds of experience dust devils blew by me.
Lightening and fires burned me but I survived.
Now that I stand in this silence lost in the meditation of dreams a solitary tree the last standing a brand new species born of evolutions breeding runs on the ground dancing on my grave
I remember that first day the beginning of my thousand year awakenings I think it was only yesterday.