This was inspired by the quietness of Bario where the whisper of the breeze and the clucks of chickens are more audible compared to the incessant beeping of phones and the chatter of humans. Also, I was really impressed by the work of the quiet but creative kids at the local primary and secondary school. They had a different way of learning and expressing their creativity. Their virtual worlds were filled with ideas about A.I. robots, mind-controlling gaming devices, living on a rainbow and many more mind blowing things. I would like to express my feelings of experiencing those quiet moments using the least words possible (after all it is about silence).
When silence is no longer awkward,
It becomes a moment to listen deeply to another person’s heartbeat,
A device to look close into another soul’s perception,
An instrument to harmonize with nature.
When silence doesn’t drive you crazy anymore,
It becomes a tool to delve into your imagination,
A mirror to reflect your being,
A way to reconsider the way you live.
When silence becomes a language, that’s where the beauty of life unfolds.
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| On top of Prayer Mountain |
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