WonderWorlds In Fiction

This was true about the leaves on the plants and the small patches of grass and their blades and the small creatures who lived there, too. It was true about the clouds above and the raindrops that fell.

I had found a fascinating universe which was my own and yet existed outside of me as well; a lifetime of riches and of treasures, a never ending bounty of surprise and extraordinary beauty.

The more deeply immersed with this universe I became, the further away the big clumsy creatures with their loud voices and touches became, and the more I hid from them as best I could. Mercifully, they left me alone most of the time and I could swim and dive and fly freely amongst these wonderful oceans of colours and shapes, tiny heartbeats of existence, so subtle and so fragile that you had to be in the state of the most exquisite stillness inside to be able to perceive them.

There was a single invisible barrier remaining between me and them and this barrier was my thinking of me as outside of them.

I knew this well enough but never knew what to do about that, and then one day, I had not done anything at all other than just watch and want to be there, with them, inside them, dancing with them, it just happened.

I became.

Excerpt From "In Serein " 3-4-3