Thursday, January 20, 2011

Within the Performance

As I sat that morning by the brook, after washing my face in its cool and crisp water a deep silence descended upon me. It wasn't the absence of thoughts because I didn't feel a void but rather I felt sublimely filled, with what I cannot say. I was just there experiencing the moment.

The sun was rising in its glory. The colors of the sky were resplendent yet I had no adjectives in my mind to describe it. As it rose its rays caught on the ripples of the water flowing in the brook. It appeared as stars twinkling on a clear sky. They were dancing on the water's surface in a beautiful performance, unique, never to be repeated but yet eternally manifesting as long as the sun shone and the water flowed.

I felt within this play as if it was performed just for me, but yet I knew that its players would continue even if I took no cognizance of their display. It was a supreme love that I witnessed. It required no recognition of praise or remuneration. It was innocent like a child at play, enjoying the moment with no ulterior motives or contrived intentions. It was a spontaneous happening and I just happened upon it.

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful, Angela. Your prose is so wonderfully descriptive. When I close my eyes I can feel the sun and hear the water.

    I was so happy to see your comment on my blog today. I feel like I am in a new life right now, and it is nice to see that the people I care about are still there.


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