Ivy and the Island of Love stories No.8

Ivy and Vision Gift

by Child of Nature

"Getting up high was rough, but so worth it! I'm a hiker with a dream to never stop seeing another peak!" - exclaimed Ivy listening to his voice in the echo while watching the sunset, thinking about Rhythm Bee and fun times they had in the valley, by the lake - Ivy was standing above the waterfall watching the scenery. It was really high, but there was no other way than to sleep here. Before going down, it was a mistake not to take the time of sunlight into account before going into that adventure. Jet, it's late now for changing the past, he needs to improvise shelter just about now. He stopped and looked around, asking directions or at least a sign on a cloudy evening sky. There was just that rock on a peak and a steep way down really near. But the view from there on the island's forest was amazing. All of a sudden, the flapping sound of wings cutting the air jerked Ivy to jump a little bit from solid ground, turning around was a surprise - range of wing was almost bigger than him and two black, dark eyes, intelligent and wise, stared right back to curious boys face - it's a mighty eagle. Few moments of silence, then Ivy spoke first: “Hello there, I wish I had wide and big wings like You, to be free on the sky drifting near peaks, listening to whispers of nature's wind, feeling only Love on the skin.” - said Ivy, almost nostalgic.

“Sweet child of mine, listen to the east sound,
turn around to witness the magnificence of the highest view on top
within body, mind, and soul.
You already have wings that brought you up here,
search up for signs all over the night sky,
knowing everything communicates
Evolving in a change without the brake - transcend.”

“It’s true, I changed listening to the island and the friends I encountered. Showed me Love, shelter, protection. Food and how to be grateful. Even gave me a vision and confidence by repeating the line: You Are fine! every time all over again as my overthinking and fear-like shadow appeared. Seems unreal that magic's being unfolded - supported by boy heartworm intentions true, recognizing information coded in light in the outside world, an honest intention that makes miracles come alive. Me as a poet or a bird that knows how to fly.” - said Ivy, giving attention to the calmness in his voice, the vibration his throat makes, the frequency of unbreaking security. Wave that just resonates with the matter with which his body is made. Happiness overloaded his body, Ivy finally realized - “I'm the happiest boy ever to be born finding Heaven on the Ground.” - said Ivy with maximum grace and mercy in his voice, losing honest droplet, finest truth, from the eyes. Just let it slipped on edges of a face so small, expression reflection boy’s Devine part - faith it’s true what he feels and somehow knows while following the Condors advice - search up for signs - written, almost coded, not only within boy himself but left on the open field to be seen and recognized, appreciated in slow motion of season change. Boy’s the one with the ground and sky surrounding an island, and the island is one with the boy providing care. Same and different, jet united as One, independently living supporting existence within while creating outside.