There are moments, moments like now, when the being is overwhelmed by a silent beauty.
It started this afternoon, as the sun sank low and the light took on a magical, timeless quality. With this light, the bamboo was in its element, gently radiating a sublime beauty that caressed the mind, as a mother would tenderly stroke a troubled infant. Thus the thoughts subsided, leaving an abiding peace, a deep calmness of being.
It is still with me now, this emptiness, this stillness. It feels foolish to write of it. If you know of it, you do not need to read of it. And if you do not know of it, all these words can be thrown to the wind.
