SAIYUKI FANFICTION:
Birth

by Solanaceae (click here to see more of this author's work)

It is the sky that meets your eyes as they first open. Perhaps there is thought, but with no words to describe it, there is mere emotion. If you had known you would have described them as beautiful, but you have no words, for what good are words for one born of the earth? This, the sky and the sun that glaze upon it, brightness and warmth even as hands reach up - a child's hand, not an infant even in this first hour.

Where am I?

You are alone, but know nothing of loneliness. For there is no such thing as solitude for one who understands the language of nature.

It is a sea of sound and color. It is green and blue and white filtered through your fingers. It is light and shadows in-between.

Who am I?

It is the wind on your lips and the taste of the earth on your tongue. It is the dance of bare feet on grass and hands on supple branches. It is the caress of water and the glitter of droplets in the air as you splash uncaring across the stream.

You are Life.

It is the laughter that bubbles forth to break the silence that isn't silence, but the earth's voice that only you can hear. It is the touch of knowing hands on a newborn cub, and the tickle of fur against your skin and the warmth curled around you. It is the song of the wild in your ears that speak of the past and of now and of eternity.

What am I?

It is the taste of berries and the scent of spring rain and the forest shade just at your fingertip.

It is the flash of gold in your eyes as you reach for the sun.

I am Life.

It is a whisper of thought with no words.

There is just being. And it is enough.

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