Kalambo Falls, a 772 foot cascade of water, hides behind surrounding valleys in Northern Zambia. Its contents meander along the Kalambo River, emptying into Lake Tanganyika.
We were walking amongst the crowds, sometimes within crowds of people on the busy streets of the city, sometimes refreshed by the crowds of the trees.
In the streets we found a park with a lovely cafe at its edge. Sitting on a bench, coffees in hand, you snuggled close by to feel my heat, to share yours. It wasn't an unbearably cold day, but we wore well fitting clothes that were just a bit more fashionable than warm. We liked it that way, though, because we could be touching each other closely and not be shy if people looked on, for it was warmth we said we were after.
On that bench we watched children frolicking. One child was flying a kite, a majestic kite that had us wondering how it could be managed by such a little frame.
As our coffees seeped into our bodies, warming us enough to liquafy our atoms and become two separate beings again, we decided to continue walking. This is when canopies of magnificent trees hung high over our heads, protecting us from the evils of the human idea.
Though the trees were majestically tall it felt like they were smothering us just as a loving mother would put a newborn child close to her bosom. We felt comfortable, at ease, and the swooshing of the treetops gave us a melodious atmosphere to rest atop a blanket of fragrant and soft pine needles.
The pine needles were like acupuncture, not creating an uncomfortable stir in our bodies, but providing further relief from all that we've been through. This solidarity stripped us of our clothes and we laid gently in each other's arms.
A deer pranced by! We sat up spooked not by fear of the deer but out of fear of our nakedness. Realizing nature is the ultimate symbol of this idea, we quickly threw away the previous fear and decided to become one with our surroundings, sinking deeper into a oneness of ourselves.
In the most passionate of ways, we tenderly bathed one another in the earth below our buttocks. We talked about healing each with our love, about using that combined love to heal other human beings, and using a joint love in humanity to restore our greatest gift, Mother Earth.
We became entranced by a new sound: water trickling in the distance. With birds birding through the air, butterflies butterflying around, flowers flowering beautiful colors and aromas, we reached this watery sound, the site of our final absolution.
To our great surprise this pool of water was not the mirage we thought it would be, but the most welcoming of blue liquid you can imagine. The turquoise of the Caribbean melded with the rose of saffron and we were welcomed into a pool of perfectly temperate water.
As we entered this pool our bodies became one; our wounds healed; our fears melted away; and, suddenly, we became the waterfall all of humanity would turn to for rejuvenation and the panacea for all of creation's plights.