The chair was a structure deep brown and basket woven. It's texture was never appreciated as a child for the feeling of incompleteness to the touch. Running fingers up and down would harshly meet the the skin, encouraging the imp of perverse to stretch a link even though it was painful. Sliding horizontally was like following the concert of three dolphins. The middle, nose up, just breaking the surface as the surrounding are simultaneously at the brink of immergence, never truly meeting their fellow. Strange, yet these thoughts felt so true.
And the best way to exemplify a thought, is to say that it is just that; a truth.
Upon this chair I sat. A being of love sat not an arm's length away on a similar chair deficient in perfection. A man akin to a bear slumbered on a cushion inside. In the distance, an angel of light danced about a lily-filled pond, speaking to it's inhabitants. "I can speak fish language, didn't ya know?" she claims (more than asks) with distracted eyes, belief growing in her young and hopeful mind.
Before me lazed a body of water with night-dark stone at it's base. Green and dusky browns were predominant colors throughout the surrounding garden, all shades present. Mango trees were calling out for attention from our cloud-obscured Sun, some reaching at least 30 meters, their mammoth fruit a product of their purpose. Palms spread their feather-like leaves like peacocks squaring up one another, while the green moss surreptitiously slid down the far walls and over large stones. It's growth made indiscernible by the distractingly exotic flowers.
I felt I had traveled somewhere at that point. Not entirely in my 'reality', nor in a spiritual state. I felt somewhere between.
A dragonfly joined me in 'between'. It flew past my being of love to land on my left shoulder. Carefully, I turned my neck to examine my new friend. It's small legs worked to swivel it's perfectly balanced body, the four opaque vascular wings, and the bulbous stained glass eyes towards what was in front of me. I felt peace.
On seeing it's face, I found that contained in it's mouth was a single orb of water. The dragonfly's forelegs worked to force this suffocating element out of it's jaws, but as it's limbs entered the liquid globe with ease, they would just as simply slide out. It couldn't help itself. Impulse drew me to help, and although the situation felt akin to emergency, I empathized relief, just like I would feel if I had found someone to save my life. We knew it was safe.
I less than delicately, yet not in the least harmfully, moved my index finger to it's mouth. On contact with the water, it's sticky, elastic quality became my burden, which was wiped on my shorts, somewhat making what was only seconds ago life threatening, virtually nonexistent! I placed my finger to the dragonfly's mouth once again to check for more water, and just before contact, it's forelegs clamped around my finger... For a good ten seconds, it held me.
I was not shocked. I was not bored. I was in a state of belief in which what was happening were absolutely natural. Only when the thought of telling the one next to me (who had seen the contact, but not experienced it) exactly what had happened, did I begin to excite. On that thought, it flew to rest on my left, pausing for a moment, and just as it had arrived, it departed.
I departed, too, but not back to where I was before the wonder. My dragonfly left with it's life. I left with it's love.
Love is a feeling I have experienced for a person before. It's a feeling that had me believe a blizzard would be no match for the warmth I held inside. Every moment is an epiphany, felt and felt again, astounding in its absolute passion for care and generosity. A smile that is almost uncontrollably exhaled from the depths of your chest, sparking a flash of euphoric disbelief in many situations others wouldn't understand. Something that all feel willing to try for, again and again. Something that all feel willing to die for, again and again.
I have experienced it for a person before. I had never experienced it for my world.
There, on my chair of imperfection, I discovered I was in love with it. I was in love with my dragonfly. I was in love with our world. I was in love with you. I am in love with all that is. I am love.
As a rough stone is shaped by a river of water, layers of thought are touched upon and sent into infinity, becoming something we may enjoy or dislike, but something we should always accept and appreciate respectfully. When all that is found unnecessary has been discarded, we will find nothing but what it was always: truth.
And the best way to exemplify a truth, is to say that it is just that; a thought.
For reasons unknown, my dragonfly and myself experienced a thought/truth that changed both our lives.
Yet it only occurred when life was in jeopardy...
... And my thoughts are beginning to accept and appreciate that we're to expect the same.