Solo walks when one is deeply immersed in conversing with the self...without any expectations of any response or understanding but just patiently moving...one step at a time.
Maybe this is not the time where it's conversations taking place, rather, one is tuned to the inner landscape of one's heart and is listening !
The agony, the pride, the path, the past; recall of the times where such conversations became a narration of the past and are heard in a different light. Of that of trust, journey and life's nature were it would just want to keep seeking more life...
Such rare events where the heart is at ease!
Don't know if it's the bond that it has developed while being amidst the nature or is it an escape from the clamor of human interaction...
The curiosity gets kindled in the slightest of movement ..be it the leaves rattling, water rippling or winds whispering. Each embracing my presence with it's own and I would pause. With a childlike awe and heart beat racing I would look for signs, probably, finding solutions to riddles of my mind.
And then will move forward...one step at a time.
Would encounter dogs frolicking with a freshly uprooted tender coconut sapling and about half a distance ahead, these two baby trees (my most favourite) The Peeple and Neem, standing upright, bathed in the soft glow of the dusk, shining effortlessly as if Life in it's stillness is also a Celebration....of within.
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