There is a special place I know, an ancient round barrow, here in the quiet Welsh countryside, and not far from where I live.
This small burial mound is four thousand years old, and somewhere deep below the ground lies an undisturbed tomb. Often I will go there for quiet contemplation, as I did today.... Sitting there, in quiet solitude, on the ancient barrow. Dappled sunlight through the oak trees and a soft, warm breeze carrying the perfume of flowers. Calm. I became aware of another soul near me. Just behind me but approaching, drifting. I recognised who it was. It was the soul of the man who was buried below, in this ancient tomb. The soul of a four thousand year old man. I was not frightened but rather comforted by this presence, it was benevolent. I knew that this man had been kind in life. His had been a peaceful existence. He was someone like me, who had enjoyed the timeless beauty of this land, the sound of the birds calling from the trees, the scent of the same flowers, the same perpetual whispering breeze. I could see him, though he was not physical. His eyes were deep, expressive. Sensitive. His face etched with love. His life had ended centuries ago but his love endured. He was a beautiful soul, and I felt he knew me and all of my thoughts. No words, everything had been said, long ago. We sat silently together on this small hill, his tomb, his refuge from a world that had gone awry. And now, for a short while, my refuge also. Each of us deeply aware of the other's existence, we stared at the sky and the green hills. I wanted to stay, to be there until the light faded, but there was no need. For now, time was nothing. Eternity was everything. Life is but for a moment. Love remains.
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Andy Barker
15/8/2020 10:46:55 pm
Amazing writing Jason, love it.
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