May the 24th, Sometime around 10:30 in the night

I am sitting here on the washing stone on the terrace listening to the stories the stars have to tell and the songs the winds love to sing. Stories of distant unscalable mountains and green turtles that swim through rugged ocean tubes. Songs of burly blue waves kissing the gold spangled sands and the little black bird humming his sweet love home. Stories and songs so magnificent, even time stopped in her tracks- mesmerized. And everything froze, even my heart. Amidst this realm of cosmic inertia, the Universe and I consummated. I made sweet passionate love- to the winds, the stars, the skies, the oceans, the moon, the trees and the birds. I made love to each of the seven colours of the rainbow and the four seasons of the sun. I kissed the day in her lips and the night in his eyes. I fondled the snow from the mountains and let its chill run down my spine, while the virgin summer rains stroked my thighs. Impregnated by creation, I lay there in breathless ecstasy as I became the Universe and the Universe became I.