Experimenting with Sound and Imagery

The Land of Silence

As I entered the land of silence on this sunny afternoon, I fell into curiosity.

 I see grand trees and brown, green, yellow, orange and red leafs that October left behind.

I feel the cool breeze swift through my hair,

I hear birds twittering, the beautiful soothing creek running as it nourishes this land, and I hear my thoughts wondering,

I inhale fresh air and smell soft, pleasant grass,

Until my paranoia of bugs decided to kill this insightful split second.

 The thought of all the bothersome little creepy-crawlies running wild around me

makes the hairs on my neck stand up.

A sprint of quivers dashed through my body; from head to toe.

 I wish my mom was here with her comforting hands, ready to stroke my hair and say, “Its okay! They are just bugs. How could you be scared of such little creatures?”

I remember the trillion times she has said that to me, and again, I wish she was here to say it a trillion and one times.

 It is funny how everyone around me is quiet; I haven’t seen them this hushed for a long time.

Sometimes I forget what silence feels like. I can’t recall the last time I attained inner peace, or spoke without words.

Life is always busy, never gives me a prospect to echo back and feel alive.

But this moment; this reflective pause to life is all I need right now.

 I have two paths lying before me; right or left?

My essence can’t decide which trail to follow, yet the man in front of me, let’s call him ‘guider’, motioned to the left with a smile. And so we begin this journey…

 We walked slowly, and as I gaze around me, we stop or a moment of reflection...

Now, I can see everything clearly.

 Behind me lies a big hill, rocky with broken branches all around; branches that last night’s wind must’ve left. Before me stands a strong prideful tree. It’s been through a beautiful childhood,

 Interesting teenage years, and now it is old and wise; knows the hardship and beauty of life. It is smiling, at me! It’s telling me about how rough the past two stormy weeks have been, but it’s finally sunny again. I agree, and smile back.

 Our guider escorted us down to a rocky path. The fear of sliding on this wet slope just hit me. I’m struggling to walk down, and suddenly I reminisce about the numerous times I fell in the, and scratched my ankle, after all, I am clumsy! I slowly slid down the hill, and managed to land safely.

As my eyes pondered, the thought of God and his miracles flew across my mind. I looked out at this beautiful scenery, and I was thankful, and happy to be me; glad to be here.

 We reach our last stop. I stand on a podium, where I can see the stage in front of me. Afore me lays the future; beautiful mother earth, and behind me lays the past; the broken branches and torn trees.

I feel like a queen, a queen indeed.

Our guider turned around with a smile from ear to ear, and pointed back, and so we begin our journey back; back where it all started….

 At this summit, I look around me, I see clueless faces and I see engaged faces. But there is one face that stands out the most; the guider’s facial expressions. He had a smile on his face throughout this entire expedition, and at this moment; in the middle of the woods, his smile grew wider and wider, and his eyes were glowing like a youngster.  

As they say the eyes are the windows to the soul, they are indeed.

 Abruptly, people’s hands are telling me to move, I stand still in astonishment, and then I see a finger pointing downwards. I look at my feet, and I realize that I’m standing on a dead rat, with all of his insides gushed out. I swiftly jump out of my skin, and feel sick to my stomach. What a great way to end my journey, huh?!

 We walked back; a walk that motioned circularly. As I’m stepping out of gate of the land of silence, a quote came to mind: 

~ I wish you a very good journey to an unknown you've never seen. ~

This journey in the land of silence is much like life; I started out curious because I didn’t know what the future holds for me.

 And like our guider, there will always be someone steering me to the right path, but after that, I have to decide my own destination; a destination that will be fulfilled with disclosure along the way. 

 For a second, the entire journey flashed before my eyes.

I’m gradually grasping that I’m officially back in the real world; the land of noise and uproar.

 In the real journey, silence is no longer an option.