The Meeting

I opened my eyes that night and found myself walking through a desert of tranquillity. Barefoot, I could feel the sand pressing against my skin, cold on the surface, warmer underneath. I did not wonder what it was that brought me there and walked around as if knowing where I was going. All there was around me was darkness; all there was above me were the stars.

I walked, in this world where time does not exist, surrounded by nothingness, feeling so tiny, insignificant, in this infinite vastness. I breathed in the freshness and smiled, for I knew that the moment was a blessing, the kind that doesn't need to wear a disguise. The kind that wants to be unveiled and savoured, in all its exquisiteness. I walked and walked, and, after walking a little more, I found myself looking at a tree, standing tall in the middle of this treasured nowhere, with flowers falling from its branches, in an abundance of beauty. The sight was breathtaking, but the pull I felt towards it was even more than that.

The first step I took towards it sent shivers through every nerve in my body. So I ran. I ran, but it felt like I was flying. I ran towards the tree like it was calling to me, telling me to come closer, to come and find what has been lacking from my soul my whole life. The flowers were still falling from the branches, like snow falling on a winter morning. I was not in control of my self anymore; I died without dying; Love is all that was left.

My heart whispered to me to sit down underneath the tree, so I did. The ground never felt like this before. I closed my eyes and let myself drown in the Love being showered upon me with every flower falling from the tree. I remained there for a small eternity, and would never leave if I could. Being overwhelmed by the blessing bestowed upon me, a tear escaped from my eye, still closed. It felt cold against my skin. I felt it rolling down my cheek, slowly, like it knew it had to savour this blessed moment too.

Before I could reach out to wipe it away, I felt like someone was now sitting in front of me. I knew it was true when a hand wiped the tear away for me, with the lightest stroke, the softest skin, the sweetest delicacy. I was not startled by the touch, for it felt as familiar as a mother's touch on her child's skin, and yet so much more than that.

A smile found its way upon my lips and I slowly opened my eyes. I was not in the desert anymore, or perhaps I was, but I wouldn't know, for all I could see was the person sitting there in front of me.

"Finally, I met you. My heart is now whole, my soul feels new," were my words.

"Welcome to your home, where the world cannot reach you. Take my hand, I'll show you, how much beauty there is around here," were his words.

He looked around, and so did I. The tree we were under had vanished, and the desert started fading away too.

I looked at him and said, "When will we meet again? I wish I could stay."

He smiled and said, "Our meetings shall happen all the time, for it is in your heart that I reside."