Resurrection
The sound of silence and the clap of one hand
Sometimes, I need to be without words and feel myself in the quiet spaces
between the worlds
the pause
the void
the no-thing-ness
where the shadows get longer when I stare at them,
and I dissolve and become a bubble of air, a weightless feather in the ocean of stillness
I wonder what was there first — the light or the dark and if it is just my imagination that tricks me into this.
I dream it and bring it to life because it is all I can see and be —
Color seeps in when I enter the world of words, forms, and patterns
And how do I know the red from the blue and yellow — so strange that these exist — who came up with that?
There are moments, in between waking and sleeping, when I remember where I was, where I came from
and I breathe myself into being —
to be here once again, leaving my cocoon of stillness and resurrecting myself from the void to be in color and form
until the shadows call me back to the sound of one hand clapping
The sound of one hand clapping is a koan, a paradoxical question used in Buddhism to challenge rational thinking and provoke enlightenment.
About the Creator
Ute Luppertz ✨
I am an animal lover, a meditator, and a wisdom keeper. I live my passion through writing about life and animals and working as a pet death doula and animal communicator.
You can learn more about me here: petspointofview
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Comments (1)
Very nice!