Noise of thoughts
The
noise of my thoughts dissolves
into
the sound of the waves,
liberating
and soothing my memory,
which,
in their rhythm, gets rid
of
the burden of memories,
becoming
an empty bag
without
meaning.
I
walk briskly, pushed by the wind,
as
if I were going
somewhere,
not
just for a walk.
I
contemplate the movements
of
my body focused on itself,
in
silent satisfaction with the fact
of
being a form of matter
and
nothing more.
Like
this sand, sea foam,
and
a blade of dune grass.
With
a deep breath,
I
mark that I am still here.
***
The presence of seagulls here
is sporadic,
they visit the area only out of a sense of duty
to
be part of the seascape.
They glance at me
suspiciously,
like the owners of the land.
They find
nothing interesting,
because there is nothing here,
except
for the wind and the thoughts
that fly away with it.
***
Water and sky meet
with their boundless bellies.
I follow
the trajectory of the sun
looking towards the west of the
world.
We accompany each other another evening,
intimate
in our mutual silence,
until the shadows of dusk separate us.
Tomorrow I will come again to accompany you there,
where
you immerse yourself in your further.
***
The silence evokes the
rustling of crickets.
Walking through the forest is different
after dark.
Perception spreads its wings of attentiveness wide,
when more can be heard than seen.
The sky twists
overhead, cut out by the shape of the path.
Darkness
brings the edges of all forms closer together,
making them seem
within reach.
I close my eyes to get even closer,
to lose
the sense of separation and believe for a moment
that
everything is one.
The forest smells with all its might,
proportional to the degree of my insatiability.
***
Interrupting the dialogue
between reflection and a sip of coffee,
I paused for a moment at the window
to check if it was raining.
With traces of waking up too late,
I sank back into a half-sleep
of fruitless musings about who knows what
and the decision that this is fine too.
The steady ticking of a clock
would fit perfectly into this empty silence,
if there were one here.
***
I
respond with a half-smile
to
the greeting of the couple passing me,
feigning
politeness in this sudden
departure
from my plan for complete
solitude
in the afternoon landscape.
I
pass them like the last guard
before
entering the no man's land,
which
from this moment on is mine alone.
***
At times, I tried to pick out
the sound of a single wave.
It appeared and immediately disappeared
in the countless symphony
of collective noise.
I caught another one, then another,
with a growing sense of inability
to capture the moment and remain in the now.
I was close, but everything
merged back into one,
forcing me to follow the voice
of the rebellious continuum.