The Whispers: Sooner or Later

Last Updated on November 17, 2017 by Patrick

Keep your face always toward the sunshine and shadows will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman

This is not a stay-up-all-night nor a stay-away-from-harm manifesto of gazing and feeling comfortable. I’m just saying. Sooner or later we will all hear the whispers or light.

Some folks told me, one day, that monotone light sounds like a zen bell, a gong of some sort: one sound. I hear light like an acute murmur, a whisper, hissing like the wind through the trees’ canopies. I look for obvious defining contrasts and a large range of tonalities from black to white and back, from red to yellow and back, from blue to violet and back, from green to brown and back. From me to you and back. From the trees to the rocks.. and back.

I felt cozy in the dim light of the forest, one day. I still remember. It was a flicker of a touch of light in the forest, like an hourglass, from wide above to narrow below, carressing the view to my left while hikking and exploring the woodland richness.

So many heirlooms and such a fine and abundant table of things! The doury of the woods. A world within a world and within another world. A growth and undergrowth of trinkets and trifles of such and such a value.

The hour grows late, some may think, because of the seting sun. It is low in the sky and thus, the long rays, the backlighting and the long shadows. And so the contrasts.

I fear not the dark for it is the one valuing the light the most. It highlights it. We need darkness to perceive highlights. I’m just saying…

And I’m just saying: keep looking, keep searching! I will find what I am looking for and then, I will rest, sit on it and meditate.

I’m just saying…