The morning sun rises through the trees as he sits before the dwindling fire, breathing in the scent of smoke and damp earth and listing to the cascading of water against stone.
With the passing of each breath he gradually reaches out to the spirits of his sacred space, coaxing the slumbering essence of soil and stone, water and wind, fire and fern to speak to him and teach him more of themselves.
The damp earth beneath him shares it's dream of rich vitality, like a slow-moving ocean the soil moves in subtle waves carrying within it the tiny, darkness-loving creatures that call the world below man's feet home. Just beyond the realm of its dream it hints at the crystalization of its purpose and form in tiny grains of once-living things now broken down into innumerable minerals and decomposing substances, the true nature of which hovers just beyond the horizon of his awakened senses.
As he turns his attention to the stones their spirits echo the weight of age and the essence of layer after layer of ancient memory as waves of life rise and fall around them. Wind and rain wearing away at them little by little as patches of moss and lichen leave behind their imprints as part of the stone, adding their brief stories to the whole ancient lineage that became the stone as it is in it's ever subtley changing form. Onward and inward the dream of the stones delve, countless other dreams of age after age layering together into an ongoing story of the stone's continual becoming.
Beyond the stones the steady, lucid pattern of meaning falls away in a flash of translucence and shimmering light refractions as his consciousness is swept along the current of the water's rapidly shifting dreamscape. Images of skies and trees and birds flash across the surface while just beneath swim deep mysteries of life in constant motion seeping into everything it touches and leeching out everything it absorbs and wears away, feeding life as it feeds from life and makes way for new growth, carrying the seeds of creation up into the skies, soaring over the earth, and crashing back down again, shifting the resonance of its essence in the blink of an eye to every subtle impression that crosses it.