Pick a day in your life, one day that was just perfect, an hour, moment, a second that you would change nothing, absolutely nothing about…it was that day…the perfect day, perfect evening, the perfect moment…I don’t really know how long it lasted, I had no measure of time…could have been a second or a couple of hours…time didn’t make a difference because it didn’t exist…Everything was still…ALIVE but still…like it was suspended in time…there was no sign of humanity for miles, till my eye could see and beyond…the company of mountains and the meandering river, glimmer of the moonlight, blinking stars and the silence…the intonation of the mountains, rhythmic, like a symphony of the heavens…a symphony made not of sounds but simply by existence, of their magnanimity and design…
Everything knew its course, all was ME but still had individual existence…a personality which was defining, with sharp edges, bumps, rounds and curves and all…Everything was within AND without…”I” was all that I could be on that bridge that was two ropes tied at either ends…swaying yet supporting all that came to its sanctuary…It swayed under the full moon like a blanket used to swing a child, a warm, soothing cradle that slowly rocks you to sleep…It shone in the borrowed moonlight…it was the light of the heavens, with a warmth of a mothers’ lap in that minus-something temperature with me without my winter clothes…
Light of the heavens, the divine…it was the luminous light of ME…with no one around, the bridge would have ceased to exist if not for my presence there…the only spectator, the sole witness and the other way around…we were both sole bystanders of each-others being…Hence we needed each other and we sat comfortably in our shared silence, contemplating, introspecting, BEING…I owned it…Owned the darkness that was resting there for the night…it belonged to me…
Everything in its current state that was me and that precariously hanging bridge and our moonlight of existence…I was a tiny speck in that enormousness that was space with heaps of rock and dust towering around me in all directions…but that tiny speck was all that the universe was…nothing else mattered…no one else required…nowhere else to be and no one to belong to…I could sit under the bright moonlight braving the dark, crouched in the middle of the rocking bridge, over 50ft above the singing river for all of eternity, MY eternity…Because time had come to a screeching halt…It didn’t matter how colossal the cosmos was, the speck had an identity, an unchallenged existence demanding no proof or evidence and having nothing to prove, that stood steady in the spotlight with its shadow as a judge…
The light bright so as to see everything clearly…Bright but not blinding…Not the kind that hurts the eye, makes them shut and look inside but the kind that allows you to measure yourself in the vastness that is the universe…Silence was a comrade too and for once it wasn’t haunting, daunting or vicious…it wasn’t intimidating, quite the opposite really…it sat beside me in its own space, aware of my presence but minding its own business at first…it slowly made its way towards me…It covered me, enveloped me, it was like a joyous child on a fathers back…it rolled on me, jumped on me, covered me from all sides, it consumed me, embraced me and blanketed me…it kind of tickled…tickled my senses alive…alive enough to soak in everything that was around and shut out everything that didn’t matter…it took over each sense…slowly…one at a time…comforting, soothing…like I wasn’t alone…we were both lost together…lost and outcasted…Each with its daunting existence, we found solace in the other ones company…
Silence is pretty good-natured, whoever said it liked being alone…We had a lot in common…it was tranquil, gentle… healing in fact…like a child’s touch…the silence, it made tiny giggles, moans and sounds of joy as it rolled over me and ticked me everywhere…it looked onto me with its big eyes and put its head on my lap, purring and whimpering for attention…The stillness, it was different…it allowed me to be silent… to be numb…to forget all actuality and still be aware of it…it made time stop or maybe made everything move too quick so as to make it seem constant…I don’t know…
But that was when I decided, it was as beautiful as anything can get…!!! 🙂
Listen to the silence speak,
It lives in blessed places,
Hushed and locked up in the dungeon,
It’s only found in veiled traces…!!!
Cockled under a stampede of thoughts,
It crawls from under a million feet,
Only to be lost again in enslaved graces…!!!
Crouched on all fours,
Nails squawking dirt on the ground,
Bloodied and beat it clutches on,
Scraped knees and bruised palms,
Waiting to be found…!!!
Just as it was wheezing gone,
Aeolus flies in on his reined horses,
And rescues it in a cradled shroud…!!!
The shackles, they crumble and fall,
In the cold of the aureole,
It glides into the haven which is its home,
Its’ now an emissary to the vagabond,
The offerer of aplomb…!!!
Held gently in the hollowed palms of Gaia,
Merged with the earthen chiaroscuro,
Where it pleasingly belongs…!!!
Suspended in mid-air,
On ropes with logs precarious and bleak,
She looks to the dubiously blinking celestials,
And the pristine free-flowing river,
Feeling miniscule and meek…!!!
As she is swayed by the passionate winds,
She holds tight the reins of the mid-air bridge; whooshing past her it says,
Hush! Hush my child, you are safe with me!
It pivots and it rolls,
Swivels and rides the gales with glee,
It chuckles and sniggers,
Unbridled of reins, it sprints and laughs,
Larks through the skies at being free…!!!
She watchs it saunter; meandering, teasing the gusts,
Slowly, she lets go of the rope,
To be carried to its clique…!!!
It looks at her with twinkling eyes,
Takes her hand and says,
Let go! Surrender!
Oh! Take; take to the skies with me…!!!
Hush! Hush my child! Just BE!!!
You are safe…
You are safe with me!!!