NIght

The night is clear. There is a soft breeze carrying the scent of jasmine… ever so sweet…

The night is vast. There are many things… yet they are not real…

The night is beautiful. The presence is ethereal… it is within…

Light against the darkest of dark… Your gaze wanders afar, between the emerald oceans wave. Before the thought shatters this peace, there is silence. Your gaze awakens something in the moment… something in the silence. The blinking of the eye, the lashes fall slowly and then the eye shifts its intention… recognition. Knowing. I am here.

Watch as you may and be still with these thoughts.

I am here.

Now.

I seem to understand.

I am aware.

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8 responses to “NIght

  1. I read this twice and wondered what you were looking for, or if you were just looking .
    recognition can be of any space and place no matter where we are standing..
    Enreal, the world is dark..

  2. What is it about the word itself, jasmine, that is so illustrative? so visually evocative? I was transported into an old Persian tale, not a specific one, but that promise of a different way of life and being just upon seeing your use of the word jasmine. Not sure that makes sense, it is just where the words brought me.

  3. When I Go Alone at Night

    When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir, the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.
    It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.

    When I sit on my balcony and listen for his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.
    It is my own heart that beats wildly — I do not know how to quiet it.

    When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the wind blows out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.
    It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.

    Rabindranath Tagore

    thank you for the comments.

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