The long grass.

Do you get moments in life where you feel at one with the world?

There are various ways of attaining oneness. The main religions have paths to oneness that may differ, they all share a vision of connections beyond the self. Meditation, is a good way to gain a state of oneness. Some people gain a oneness by working to achieve a state of flow, where things run seamlessly like all the traffic lights turn to green just on time.

But this is not the oneness I seek. I seek a higher oneness beyond the illusions we have in the written word the focus on the inner self.

My greatest feeling of oneness is rare and fleeting but it always comes the same way. 

I feel at one with the world when I lay down fully, in a secluded spot, in the long grass looking at the sky. After a short time my mind is completely and utterly devoid of noise. The flora and fauna and me are one. And it feels like what is me and what is the Earth are becoming indistinguishable.

Eventually a part of my brain beckons me back to the real world but I am left to wonder will achieve true oneness with the world when I die?

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  1. Clay Lowe15 September 2024 at 13:34

    For me, there’s something about being in the mountains that makes me feel connected—both to the world around me and within me. When I’m climbing, especially somewhere like Mount Snowdon, it’s as though all the usual barriers between myself, nature, and other people dissolve. I feel a deep sense of unity with the landscape, my fellow travelers, and even with my own spirit.

    In those moments, time seems to fade away. The clock loses its hold on me, and all that remains is the here and now—the rhythm of my breath, the weight of my steps, the whispers of the wind. It’s as if the mountain itself is guiding me, drawing me into a state of oneness with all things.

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