On a misty morning, I decided to sit by the lake and watch time drift by. My eyes were drawn to the translucent water - unmoved and untouched, I had never seen anything so pure. What was it that made this lake so placid, so beautiful?
The green trees, high and low, were protecting the lake as if it were a jewel, treasured by Mother Nature herself. To satisfy my whim, I pelted a pebble into the lake. Plop… the sound only made me more aware of the all-pervading silence around.
I could see the ripples, and then the water quietly becoming settled and still again, unmoved as before. Amidst the sweet sounds of crickets, birds and insects I decided to stretch out on the dried leaves.
I could sense the dewy, woody smell of wilderness filling me with the flowing life force of nature. Just to feel the power of silence again, I threw a few pebbles. As the stones touched the surface of the lake, they made that resonating sound - Plop... Plop... Plop... Plop...these were the sounds of silence.
Again the lake became still, untouched and unmoved. I could see the quiet and beautiful soul of the lake. It did not react, it did not speak. The lake was now me, and I became the lake. Essence lies in being harmonious, and harmony is so serene. All the pebbles that were hurled at me were now sunk deep, deep inside and my mind was at peace. There were no ripples of thoughts left…
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