SYMPHONY OF LIGHT
On that day
the sky seemed divided in two. On one side it was completely covered with
clouds and on the other side was completely blue with the exception of the
persistent cloud. There she was, fully dedicated to observe and understand the
secret process of growing a Forest of Dreams. Somehow, after so much time
sharing the dedication of the winged gardener, she already felt a gardener too.
She was
opening her arms and hands very widely and swirling gently over the growing
forest, drawing in the air beautiful uprising spirals. For some moments she
closed her eyes to feel more deeply her own movement and life saluting her.
Then, with a sudden blow, the wind appeared next to her.
—Principessa,
I think I heard you calling me! Or it was you just raining?! You are raining, principessa! The sky is completely blue,
you are the only cloud here and you are raining in a sunny day!!! Are you
trying to make rainbows? — The wind asked completely amazed.
—I’m not
raining! Though sometimes I feel like raining and make rainbows in sunny days
like this. Can’t you see this is not rain and you didn’t hear my voice; I was silent
the whole morning. But you are right… It’s raining, but not drops of water. It’s
raining light and what you heard was the music within the drops of light. They are
millions of seeds of the expanding forest… Can’t you feel it growing constantly
around us? — She asked stopping swirling for some moments.
—Well, principessa I can’t say that I see a
forest… but I really see shiny sparkles of light in the air, more than
yesterday and the other days before. And I’m hearing something, a kind of soft
music… You told me that the little bird and the luminous woman used to sing but
I hear more than voices… Where are they hiding the orchestra? Under the sea or
inside the seashells?! — He joked.
— There’s
no orchestra… All this music comes from their minds and spreads in the air even
without your help, restless rider… It’s a silent language. But you can hear “something”,
then you are beginning to understand their language… — she explained.
—Language?
It’s strange! I never thought about that before… but what’s your language,
after all? I know it’s different from mine but I can understand you perfectly.
How can we understand each other so well, if we speak such different languages?
— He asked with a pensive expression.
—Perhaps
our languages aren’t so different, after all. Once, long ago, all the languages
were one. Somehow, in the deep of our souls the memory of that primordial
language remains… It’s the silent language within us that allow us to
understand the other languages… This music in the air is also a part of that
primordial language… The more you able to listen to your soul, the more you’ll
be able to hear this music… One day, you’ll be able to hear the whole symphony…
— she spoke full of hope.
—That would
be very pleasant… The most of the times, I can’t even hear my own thoughts… —
he confessed.
—What thoughts?
The ones you fabricate and are completely aware of or the thoughts that spring
spontaneously from your soul? The more genuine thoughts are like rivers flowing
inside… they flow constantly, even if you don’t notice… Sometimes, they can
even take you to places you didn’t even dream to go… some are like shadows,
some are like shining stars, some are like wild simple flowers and some are like
gigantic sequoias occupying all your brain… Once a poet(1) said his
thoughts were his herd… All I can tell you is that I have an endless herd of
thoughts and I’m a gentle shepherdess… — she was saying when he interrupted
her.
— I thought you said you never read a book…
—Well, I
read the essential… and learned or relearned a lot… In each book I relearned
what I already knew though sometimes I wasn’t aware of that until I read it… Now
I’m just reading the wisest book of all, the Book of Nature and Dreams… And I
can assure you that it is as endless as this magical growing forest… — she said
covering the whole horizon with her eyes.
—Can you
borrow me that book for some time? — He asked without a hint of irony.
—There’s
only one original of this book and it’s impossible to make copies… It’s a
unique open book… and the original is available to everyone. Pick the original
yourself… It’s all around you… And now, would you be so nice to allow me going
on with my dance… I want to hear every note of this sparkling symphony… You
know it comes both from outside and within… Open the book with your heart and
you’ll hear the raining light…
(1) Alberto
Caeiro, heteronym of Fernando Pessoa in Guardador
de Rebanhos / Guardian of Herds.
Found in my pocket I, photograph
Growing in the sky III, photograph
Growing in the sky IV, photograph
The unsustaina
Rising up I, photograph
The other half I, photograph
Falling up, photograph
Growing in the sky II, photograph
Purely existing V, photograph
Lonely dreamer, photograph
Multiplyin
Light eater, photograph
Neighbor of the rainbow,
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Illuminati
Siamese souls II, photograph
The infinite joy of living I,
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Simple souls IX, photograph
Seeds of a thousand nights V,
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Carrying the light I, photograph
Primordial light, photograph
Fishing the sun II, photograph
Twin dreamers, photograph
In the nest, photograph
Found in my pocket II, photograph
Dreaming rainbows, photograph
Seed of light I, photograph
Seeds of light I, photograph
Seed of light III, photograph
Winged light III, photograph
Found in the jungle I, photograph
Sanctuary I, photograph
Sanctuary IV, photograph
Atoms of rainbow I, photograph
Atoms of rainbow II, photograph
Sanctuary V, photograph
The light within the night,
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Water of life I, detail,
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Water of life II, detail,
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Water of life III, detail,
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Water of life IV, detail,
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The Essence I, photograph
The Essence II, photograph
The Essence III, photograph
The Essence IV, photograph
The Essence V, photograph
The Essence VI, photograph
Melting wall, photograph
Light always remains, photograph
Moon painter, photography by São Ludovino.
Sleep serene and warm, photograph
