In the Beginning

I wake with a force in my chest—breath—and my name echoing in the wake of an ethereal Being. I have no memory preceding this moment. An element holds soft pressure against my back—grass. There is no other presence but everything is presence. I am aware of potential outside my core—limbs. My heat breathes with the grass. These limbs—my hands—push my body above the earth but I do not leave the earth. Dust swirls from between the blades to embrace my toes. I have no knowledge but knowledge of presence. And there is no other presence… but everything is presence. I am fully being of greater Being: I am reminded by the breath in my chest. Learning invades my vision without warning and Being whispers the same echo of my name—Adam. And in learning I know—I am Adam: being of Being. My skin sheds the dust.

Being possesses a quality of … weight. A pressure that does not touch my skin but dwells in my presence. I do not have a name for this quality but it inspires an image of sky—the color of sky in the deep of the sea when it rocks. I present to Being my quality of question and Being is Silent. I am to wait; the knowledge waits and will come to pass in the fullness of time. These words I obtain from Being and keep them to recollect at a later moment.