A silence walk

                                                A walk in silence…
       
Walking on thousand dead leaves, remind me that life have a cycle. One day a beautiful living tree, another time an empty tree. One day a wise man in his memories, then come his death.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees…

In the entire infinite universe, there is a rule, a rule that nothing can escape from. It is the Life cycle. Spring sets his rules, and then buds appeared once again in the trees.  As it was once an empty tree, it become again majestically alive…

Looking at those thousand dead leaf, is a stage of transformation, and not the end.
At the image of the mortal, yes each ones with face death one day. It will not be the 
end,  but a cycle and transformation that will be executed under the rule of the ultimate Divine.

The declining sun cast a glory over the lonely field, and far in the corner, night to the woods,  there was a touch of the celestial color: blue of the sky seen between white clouds: blue of the sea shimmering of finding that true silence of distance and mystery through faint drifts of silver mist. The hope embodied in a living form,  of discovering the crystal stone whispering secrets to my heart. But it was only for a moment, for when I came nearer I saw that the color which had caught my eye came from a multitude of gold leafs-- Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company and so closely together that there
blended seem like they all bowing to my visit…


                                                                                            ---S.W.P.