Helios

A theoretical silence is yearning to be realized and exercised in the real world as opposed to the letters, words and sentences it usually inhabits in books. The use of a Mantra to help keep the mind from doing what it does. Jumping from one thought to the next at a million miles per hour.
“Learn to become aware of your surroundings”
“Listen to the music that is the world that surrounds you”
Focused and with her eyes closed, she notices the inflow of air through her nose, down her neck into her chest. Paying special attention to that magnificent duality at the precise instance where an inhale becomes and IS an exhale.
Contradiction, not only the human condition but the world’s as well. “Sinners and a Saints. Bitches and lovers” She sinks heavier into her breath, continuing to occupy her mind with a mantra and allowing the body to further connect to the ground on which she sat.
The wind flirts with the leaves and they react with a shiver. The sound carries across the dark still water that faces her. A black glass mirror reflecting nothing. An abyss that is awakened by a wind that pretends to be a ballerina pitter pattering across it at full pointe. The small steps shatter the stillness and create reflections of an orange glow in the distance. A sunrise reversed. The sun replaced by the rising harvest moon. A warm orange hue resembling that of iron that is sculpted by a blacksmith stretches its arms across the lake and begins to grow from a distance. With every passing second the glow taking on a more definite unmistakably perfectly round shape. Helios must be confused. Leaving the sun behind and instead dragging the moon across the night sky.
There is a eerie tranquility here.
She comes back into consciousness and allows her mind to process the scene before her. There is slight surprise at the acknowledgement of momentary fear. A surge of thoughts brought on by a mind that is now unoccupied by the repetition of the mantra. “Is this what judgment day looks like? A darkness that is not light by a sun rising from the west? A defining silence that screams solitude, seclusion and exclusion?” The sound of an exhale snaps her mind back from the trenches of negativity and allows her to behold the beauty that is.
The moon.
The lake.
The night sky.
The mantra.
Sub7an allah… allahmduellah… walaho akbar.