Beyond the Sound of Silence
Walking along a hanging bridge, seeing birds of different kinds as I hear the songs of birds chirping. There is revelry and cries everywhere while bigger, larger birds yelp at each other -- expressing their joys and fears in the jungle. Every little creature around the hanging bridge conveys a different jingle of its own. I am enthralled by the mixed melodies I hear so I stopped in the middle of the bridge, closing my eyes to feel the resonating live orchestra racing with different instruments and chants of everything around me. Then everything around me stopped moving and total silence I am hearing, feeling. For many seconds, I feel there is something else beyond the sound of silence... the silence of the body, mind and soul. Then I opened my eyes, seeing somebody from the other end of the hanging bridge... image of an angel with large white wings telling me...
"winds, trees live as one
creatures bring in joys and tears
for man to cherish."
(Prosebite)
Copyright © Clifford Villalon | Year Posted 2022
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