The Boy Who Saw the Light.
Silence
Like when reading a book, getting lost in the story, or watching a movie, it becomes so centered and lost in the story. So lost, as if there was nothing else in the world that matters.
This is how Gilly felt as he was walking in the forest. He was walking on the soil without touching the ground under his feet. As if he was riding on a wind. He did not feel his body weight. He did not feel his body at all.
He felt light and happy. He felt as if his joyous heart was wishing to jump out of his body and embrace the beauty nature introduced to him. He felt overwhelmed and thankful for the beauty of nature. For the intoxicating scents of the forest. For the magnificence of the events that his spirit was drawing from and surrendering to. The trees were watching him. The bushes were blessing him, and the flowers were greeting him with love.
Between deciding on which path to walk. Or between standing put and absorbing the gifts of nature. A small patch of land, on flat ground, in the distance not so far away, caught his attention. It was different than the rest of the forest. It was somewhat rocky and clear of vegetation. Even grass did not grow on it. Nothing bloomed on this piece of land, but one trim, the very skinny trunk of a tree that bravely found a place to grow on and made his home between.
Determined to explore, Gilly wanted to get close to that rocky land with a tree’s skinny trunk as soon as possible. After just a few steps in front of him, he saw a square stone pole about three feet tall out of nowhere.
Sometimes a stone has a story to tell. It was clean and polished and clean as if an artist had carved it. It had a glow that made it different than any other rock or stone in its vicinity. Gilly got closer to the pole and put his hands around it as if he was embracing a new friend into his life. As he touched, the pole letters began to appear. He took few steps back and watched the writing as it was glowing on the pole.
When the last letter appeared, it said “Milestone.” Gilly found it strange to see a pillar without a road or a path nearby; nevertheless, there it was. There must be a reason that this milestone exists, Gilly concluded. He touched the Glowing pole softly, saying, “Farewell, my dear friend, I love you.”
As his mind spoke these loving words, his attention returned to the rocky patch of land ahead of him. As he walked and coming closer to the skinny tree trunk between the rocks, it more and more captured his attention. Sometimes the tree trunk had branches on it, and sometimes the branches would seem to disappear, then the branches would reappear again, and now the trunk looked like a blooming tree with big leaves, branches, and fruit hanging down of it, and then it would disappear again. But when Gilly got close to the tree trunk, he could see what it was. It was a dry trunk of a tree, without leaves, branches, and no fruits hanging down. It was a straight piece of wood, what probably one time in the past was a beginning of a tree.
When Gilly stood close to it, he softly touched it. He likes to feel things with his hands. He admired the tree trunk for the courage and the relentless will to try to grow and to make his home, between the rocks. Then a thought crossed his mind, “I wish I will have the courage, and the tenacity, that you had, when you were a small blooming tree. “Good to see you. I love you, my new friend,” Gilly said, and he walked away.
A few steps later, he said to himself, “it could be an excellent walking stick, it is just for my height, and it looks strong enough to hold my weight, and it is beautiful too.”
Gilly went back and touched the dry trunk. With compassion and admiration. He very gently moved the trunk from side to side, and it did not resist. He carefully tried to pull it out. He did not need to use force at all. The trunk came out quickly from between the rocks. He glided his hand along the trunk with softness and kindness. “Now you are mine,” Gilly said. “Now you are, my walking stick.”
He glided his hand along the trunk. This time, he felt the connection, belonging to him and belonging to the stick. When he touched the lower part of the walking stick again, to Gilly’s surprise, it was wet. He looked down to the ground and saw baubles of water coming out from the hole where the stick used to be. It did not take long till a modest puddle of fresh, clear water was touching his feet. He kneeled on his knees, folded his two hands together, and gently picked up some water, and gratefully drank, to his satisfaction.
He looked again and again at the puddle of water, and he could not believe his eyes. He could not believe that his stick held back the flow of the water. He could not believe that a puddle of water, now slowly, is growing, becoming bigger and bigger as time goes by. As it became larger and larger, he moved higher and higher to the top of a small hill, above what now was becoming a pool of water, and continues to grow as time flies by.
Fascinated and overwhelmed, he found nearby a big stone on the top of the hill, and he rested on it. Gilly could hardly wait to see, what will happen to the pool of water, and how big it will continue to grow.
In no time, a small stream of water began to flow down the valley. Gilly could not imagine how this tiny, small stream held back by his walking stick could now freely flow. It was no longer a small stream. It grew bigger, stronger, wider, and wilder. It was flowing faster and faster and growing bigger by the second.
He could see white rapids and some waterfalls in the horizons, to his right and his left. He saw white clouds of vaporized water hanging upon and above the waterfalls.
Fascinated, he looked at the river, becoming a big, long, wide, and wiled stormy river.
Gilly could not take his eyes off this stunning river, as if the river is holding on to him with an invisible tie as if the big river has a hidden connection to his heart. Gilly looked at the river and felt in his body and mind all the flowing river’s nuances. Its flow, the curves, and the sounds of the flowing water. He felt as if the big, long river is flowing through his own body as if he is becoming part of the river too.
As his feelings towards the river grow stronger, suddenly, an intense light crossed the forest. As if the sun came down for a short visit to that little forest. And on its way, painted the river and the vaporized clouds in a beautiful golden color. Now the waves on the water, the white rapids, and the waterfalls were all painted in gold.
Gilly could not resist. I must go down to the river and touch the water. I must go down and see how it feels in my hands,” he said to himself with anticipation.
Gilly spotted a grassy rocky spot down at the river and went down to it, he lay down on his stomach, and a sweet intoxicating smell from the river brushed his face and touched his being.
He reached with his hand to touch the water, but when his hand came down about to touch the water, the water moved away. The water did not accept his reaching hand. He tried again and again, and the river did not accept his reaching hand. He then took his walking stick and dipped it into the river. The river did not resist the walking stick. Not only did the river not resist the walking stick. But as Gilly immersed the stick even deeper, the stick too became colored in gold. But not only that, as the stick touched the stormy noisy wiled gushing river, it all within a blink of an eye changed, now the river flowed in profound silence, there were no big waves, there were no white rapids, and there were no waterfalls, just a languid majestic flowing river.
The river flowed so slowly. It was possible to see every pebble and every little rock deep in the river. The water was smooth like a mirror and crisp like a polished diamond. There was strength in that silent flow. There were magic and beauty in that living river. Now it was flowing to the beat of Gilly’s heartbeat. Now the river was flowing as if it was part of his body.
Gilly got up and sat down on the rocky edge of the river. His legs were hanging down above the water. At that moment, He did not need to see the flowing river. The river was now flowing through his body and in his mind. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the quietness and the living smells that came from the living river. Just as Gilly closed his eyes and felt comfortable on the rock, he sat. The vaporized golden cloud gave way, with light golden rain coming down slowly, like golden feathers swaying in the air. Coming down and washing his body, he did not open his eyes to see the rain. He felt it and knew how it looks and how it feels. He saw it all in his mind.
The sounds and the beauty of nature took over his body. He allowed the feelings in his heart to flow with no interference. He did not question a thing, nor did he examine anything. It did not matter, as if truth has many faces as if truth and feelings don’t need his approval.
As he surrendered to the beauty and the magic of nature, Gilly did not allow anything to come between him and these joyful moments. His young body, like a violin playing a melody of kindness, sensitivity, and joyfulness. The peacefulness that touched his body was like a song that knows its way to the heart.
Now his body, spirit, and nature connect as if they were holding hands and not letting go. For a short while, Gilly did not feel his body. For a short time, he did not need his body at all. For a short while, his body was not relevant. The stillness, quietness, and the unhesitant heart was now embraced by a melody that opened a window into his soul, for feelings and emotions he never felt before.
He felt every cell in his body, not in a physical way. But as a spiritual entity of kindness, compassion, beauty, and playfulness. He did not need words to express his feelings. Now his body was his words.
His body felt pure and open to absorb, hear, and listen as if in these moments of silence, the world entered into his body, and at the same time, his soul and spirit went out to the world.
His soul and his spirit were now locked in a bubble of nothingness and were more beautiful than anything. More beautiful than ever before.
His body transformed to a place with no sounds, a place with no words. with no thoughts. All that his body and his spirit were cravings for was just silence, a deep silence, and only silence.
Silence is everywhere.
Silence is everything.
Silence is in everything.
There are words in silence.
There are thoughts in silence.
There are change and vision in silence.
There are peace and comfort in silence.
There is a connection to the world in silence.
There is a living soul in silence.
There is a spirit present in silence.
There is holiness in silence.
There is purity in silence.
There are humility and humanity in silence.
If you want to find it,
You have to look for it.
If you believe it, then it is.
If you want it, it will become.
If you seek it, then it is all yours.
