A star appeared in the dark sky. The first star. It was quite late – though it was autumn already, it was obvious that the evening was about to turn into night. You realize it by making little observations. The number of lights in the windows of houses shrinks, the noise of the streets dies down. And even what remains from nature in the urban environment shows that it is time for sleep. And in this dark, almost night, but (as it is autumn) completely dark sky, the first star appeared.
I looked up, looked at it, and asked “Why did you show up so late today?” To be honest, I don’t remember asking it out loud. I rather just thought it. That is not that important. And even though these were just thoughts, it was better yet, as they were more truthful and didn’t fall under the capture of language.
The star, having heard my question, remained silent. It just kept on flickering. In a way as it befits the first star – not too bright, not too catchy, but so that you immediately notice it. I set sights on the fact that the star certainly should have heard me (or apperceived – since the question was not asked by voice). After all, penetrating a language, mastering it, we limit the circle of those who would understand us and, moreover, we limit the transfer of meaning to those words that exist in that language. But if we communicate with thoughts and energies, then we do not have such restrictions. Anyone can understand us, understand our feelings, understand that elusiveness that lives beyond borders. A man, an animal, wind. That’s why I was sure that the star had heard me.
I glanced across the sky, from edge to edge. Darkness. No more stars. Only that lonely one kept flickering. And then I just stared at it and plunged into the blissful abyss of thoughtlessness. I just looked at it, thinking about nothing, just merging into a single whole with all that space between us.
Then it answered me. For a couple of seconds, the brightness of its light increased, and this made it look bigger. And then again it became the same as had been before.
I wanted to go out. I closed the window and, without even putting on my jacket, went outside. The wind was stronger than I’d thought while in the room. A true autumn wind that tore off the leaves remaining on the tree branches and then lowered them to the ground. I went to the part of the garden where the sky was best seen. Suddenly I felt like sitting right on the ground. Just like that, in spite of the fact that it had rained the day before and the fallen leaves decided to keep the moisture. And in spite of the earth had almost completely cooled down by that time.
I lowered myself, first sat down. I found that very first star in the sky. It seemed to be glad to see me. It asked me to lay. So I did. I was laying and looking at this small flame of light somewhere in an immeasurable space, feeling the moisture and cold on my back.
I began to breathe in the autumn smells and with them breathed in the feelings and thoughts of the sleeping world. And there was no lie in it. It was wonderful. It was beauty.
The star called me softly. And then, in one instant, I saw thousands and thousands of stars lit up in the sky. Like this, at once. They decided to appear not one after other, not gradually, but all at the same time. All at once.
I was laying. And all my thoughts and all my mind were replaced by the wind of the world, and the water from my eyes joined the water on the earth. The world continued to rest. And it felt so good.
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