Friday, July 6, 2012

i went to the woods

Walden pond.

Those words evoke memories of solitude, quiet. Loneliness, happiness.

Something magical.

Transcendentalism.

Pine needles. Giant trees. Sunlit Forest.

The pond is actually more like a lake.

Cool, pure blue-green wavelets. The surges of water are like pieces of the sky.

Enchanted pieces of sky that fell into the water.

If you dive beneath the surface, you can see the sunlight shining through the perfect blue water.

You have to open your eyes though.

The quietest place at Walden isn't the pilgrimage site to Thoreau's House.

It isn't the large beach.

Or the replicated cabin.

It's underneath the waves.

Dive beneath the loud surface to find solace.

Sunlight. Water. You. Silence.

It's the most beautiful place in the world.

Only the essential facts of life.

and you.

Meditation and water are wedded forever.

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