The Seed and the Tree

I remember the preparations.
For a very long time I had been waiting for that moment.
I just couldn't wait. I didn't want anything to intervene,
come across, or simply make the whole event to be called off.

I remember the excitment, the nervousness !

A friend of mine was helping me with my preparations,
giving advices.
Given the nature of the experience, he couldn't tell me how it would be like for me.

His presence was re-assuring.
All I had to do was to be ready...and wait.

Surprisingly I was afraid.
It seemed as though all I had done to that point had prepared for it.

Later, we, I say "we", because there were a few of us, that were going to get born on the same day, same time, hour.
The atmosphere was quiet, peaceful.
At the same time, I could feel their nervousness, anxiety.
We all knew so little about what exactly was going to happen.

There was little to none to say.

Then, it was time.

One by one, we got in line.

For a moment, I tried to see whether there was a meaning to the order.
Maybe there were, I just could not see.

Then before I know, it was my turn.

With all the excitment and nervousness, my mind had gone blank.
I could hardly remember my name, let alone what to say.

In my mind I was expecting something, but something else happened.
Totally unexpected.
Yet, more beautiful than anything I could have imagined.

My body got so heavy. I could not move anymore.
I could hear, but the sounds seemed too distant.
I could see but the light was too bright.
I wanted to move, and I could not.
No panic.
Just an observation.

Hours later, I felt my body again.
I could open the eyes, lift an arm, a leg.

In that evening, I felt lighter than a feather, and I could not stop smiling.

Deep in my heart, I was grateful for the blessing bestowed on me that day.

What was done could never be undone.