Vision #9: The Spring

B.P.K. – 11/07/2025

I opened my eyes and saw…

…that I stood on a dirt trail in the center of a great forest.

The forest sloped upwards above me and downwards below me. This trail was cut through the dense underbrush of this forest. Bushes lines the trail to either side of me below the towering canopy of the trees above. No sunlight penetrated the forest here. It seemed to be lit in twilight. It was neither day nor night but sometime between. I listened for a moment but heard only stillness. Can stillness be heard? There was no wind. I looked around and saw that nothing was moving. No leaf wavered. No branch swayed. I had the sense that this place had never known the presence of a man before and I wondered how that was possible. I looked ahead at what I could see of the dirt trail and then backward at what lied behind me. Then I understood that I did not stand on a trail but a section of this mountain that had shifted suddenly, perhaps in some great quake or maybe a landslide of some kind. Something had happened to separate the upper part from the lower part creating the trail I now stood on. It was level and around a meter wide.

I took note of a small tree that stood next to the trail near me. Its tiny trunk was curved as it had grown. It looked sad to me, or perhaps as if it carried some heavy weight as it had grown. It was the only remarkable thing around. The rest of the forest seemed unnoteworthy.

I considered for a moment what I should do.

“Walk this trail.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

I obeyed and began to walk the direction I had been facing when I found myself here. The trail was easy to travel. It sloped slightly down, then slightly up. I came to a place where boulders and rocks had fallen across the trail. I climbed over them carefully and continued onward. It seemed that time stood still. The light around me did not grow nor fade.

I walked for what seemed like a day and a night.

Then, up ahead, I saw a sight that chilled me… a tree stood next to the trail ahead and it bent over. I walked up to it. Was it the same tree I had seen when I first had arrived in this place? I couldn’t tell. Had I walked around this mountain and returned to the same place I had been before? I couldn’t tell.

I considered again for a moment what I should do.

“Walk this trail.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

I didn’t feel like walking the trail again, but I obeyed.

The trail was easy to travel. It sloped slightly down, then slightly up. I came to a place where boulders and rocks had fallen across the trail. I climbed over them carefully and continued onward. It seemed that time stood still. The light around me did not grow nor fade.

I walked for what seemed like a day and a night.

Then, up ahead, I saw a sight that chilled me… a tall tree stood next to the trail. It bent over almost completely overshadowing the trail. I walked up to it. Was it the same tree I had seen when I first had arrived in this place? Was it the same tree I had seen when I had first rounded the mountain? I couldn’t tell. Had I walked around this mountain again and returned to the same place I had been twice before? I couldn’t tell.

“Speak to the tree.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

“And say what?” I asked, trying to keep the annoyance I felt from my voice.

Suddenly, from all around me, the mountainside was blasted by a mighty wind. All the bushed and trees cowered from its onslaught. I crouched down to the ground trying desperately to keep from being thrown from my feet. Then, as quickly as it had come, the wind died away. The stillness returned.

“Speak to the tree.” The whisper came then faded, not into the wind, but into the stillness around me.

I didn’t hesitate this time. I looked at the tall tree that bent over the trail overshadowing it. I don’t know how I knew what to say but words flowed from within me, “Become a spring of water so that I might drink.”

And it did. The tall tree feel and as it hit the ground it became a spring of water. Where its roots had been became the source of the spring bubbling up out of the mountainside. Its fallen bent trunk became a spring bed filled with a shallow glistening stream.

I walked to it and knelt down. I put my cupped hands to the water and filled them. The water was cool to my touch. I lifted the spring’s water to my mouth and drank deep. I felt instantly refreshed. Life filled me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.

…I let go and found myself returned.

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