She appeared to him in a dream, a dolphin, splashing in the sunshine, dancing in the waves. He was with her, also in the water. Naked and free and pulsing with the universe.
It was not until several weeks after that he remembered this dream. Like many such things, it remained buried under layers of sleepiness, wandering in the space beyond wakefulness and desire.
As he remembered, he began to awaken. Lost memories streamed back like a kaleidoscope of color, hands held before sunsets, and playful squeaks upon the beach. The world was radiant and he was there with them, burning in the effervescent brilliance of countless lifetimes.
When he saw her for the first time he knew her fully, her fears and dreams an unspent, unrealized feeling, the hope and possibility of realization, the starburst of color exploding inside the turning chakra’s wheel. It was a new turning. It was scintillating.
"Pure hearts," he remembered the phrase he had heard as a boy. His own body seemed so weak, so prone to things that were not pure. His laughter and innocents dimmed and diminished by the pace of time. Yet in these moments he heard the playful splash of fins and high pitched dolphin laughter. It beckoned him beyond the fall,
Innocence, it was less a memory, less a goal, and more a present reality each time he stopped thinking about goals and, in fact, stopped thinking at all. He was awash in the streaks of light that painted the sky, their amber glow lighting across her face.
What could he do but laugh and play with them? Surely, they were not there, but he still was here and there, both within and without. The beat of time meant nothing to him, there was no drum except the pounding of his heart. That pounding was his purity, his truth, and no one could take it from him.
His mind activated again, thoughts of sin, pollution, disease, malnutrition, depression, and inappropriate thoughts. He had rejected them long enough. For a moment now, with her beside him, he began to embrace them. His heart had grown strong enough to breathe in the good as well as the bad and to return all things into circulation.
He had begun, finally, to flow.