ONE with that buck
My story begins one evening when i go to bed feeling incredibly sad at the
state of the world. Something tells me to sink into it so I sink into an oily
black well until i reach the bottom. suddenly little bubbles of joy begin to
rise and I am at once feeling deep sorrow and deep joy simultaneously. i go
to sleep thinking that is a new feeling.
A few days later I am driving to work and meet a funeral cortege coming
toward me. I immediatly sink into the new sorrow/joy feeling but as I
ascended into the foothills I realized that this wasn't a feeling, it was a
sense of BEING both sorrow and joy. As i drove further on this road i take
daily, suddenly a 4 pronged buck leaped in front of my car and dashed up the
hill on the other side of the road. I was immediately ONE with that buck.
When i got to work I tried to speak of the incident but of course i couldn't
as there were absolutely no words for the experience.