The sounds of an ancient culture before there were any modern instruments. The notes are soothing to hear while sending a chill down the spine. Imagining another place in time along the prairie in the mid- summer sun, sitting underneath a tree while the clouds drift by beneath the blue sky while the thunder rumbles in the distance. The smell of sage summons a peaceful bliss at ease and one with nature. The wind softly caressing the skin while a bee is buzzing, scurrying to find his nectar. Birds are singing their songs. Grass seems to sway with the flow of the notes the flute seems to breathe in and out.
The silence is creeping in; the moon is rising in the east, awakening the night. As soon as the star which we call “Sun,” falls down into the west, little fires in the sky begin burning some more than a hundred million light years away. The early evening with the owls, the presence of the spirits around. Smoke from the campfire glistening and cracking. Horses in the distance running playfully, they are happy that it’s been such a beautiful day today. The fire flies flickering off and on. The smell of buffalo meat over the fire simmering with the anticipation of being eaten. Stomach is growling like a bear after it’s been disturbed.
The veil of darkness with shades of orange and red painting the horizon. The meal is almost ready. The southern winds begin to whisper. The secrets of Mother Nature are surrounding the stillness. The food was satisfying. Almost time to enter the dream world with the thoughts left from the day. Meditating underneath the tree, blissful solitude. Eyes closed and drifting into another state of consciousness. Finally it’s time to sleep warmth underneath the buffalo hide. The language of the leaves whirling around the fading campfire. Tomorrow will begin another beautiful day.