Ouch

He was an average earthworm. Quite healthy, medium girth. Though driven by instinct, his mind ran wild. Like every worm out there, he felt exceptionally special. Imagination punishing - with the incredible lonesomeness of seclusion. The inability to express and share feelings drew him deeper into the abyss of his consciousness. What he did not recognize however, was the blessing of lacking an ego. There was no voice that spoke inside his head, for he never knew what speech was. Instincts raised him - he had no influencial upbringing. He saw nothing and could not, nor could be judged. He was but a Being. A presence that nonetheless was aware of its' own existance.

Slithering through the dirt just as the awarenss did through his cosciousness. He did not think in the manner that we know. There was but feelings inside of him. A self explained aura that did not require physical expression. Yet he wanted to share his existance with the universe. The world interacted with him in a brutal manner. A constant reminder that he is not alone. All he could do was slither. And slither he did.

One day he felt the soil take on a more delicate touch. The moisture quenched the thirst through his pores. Cold droplets sent soothing vibrations through the earth, drawing him towards them. Digging past the cold ground he suddenly felt a great deal of relief as a gust of crisp air hit him. He felt out of place, like he did not belong. But, an eerie curiosity begged him to remain. More so than the intrusiveness, the radiant warmth of the sun was far more welcoming than the cold earth. So he laid there, his body squirming in pain.

He felt free all of the sudden. For once he had no desire to express this feeling. The entire universe knew already. He was at one with it. One with the presence which is the background to all life.

The human that stepped on him did not think so. But then again, how could he. It was just an average earthworm.