The intonation gets deeper and
louder as if spreading a circle of warmth. Soon it reaches crescendo and beats
in the rhythm of the earth as if amplifying all life in its inhale and exhale. The
life giving quotidian cycle. It quietens in its own echo, shortening and then
the silence. The stage is set for the sun to light the western sky in its quirky
brilliance. White Ibis emerge from the lit clouds to row back to her nest. The sky
arranges colors to finally extinguish into grey. There is a meditative quality to
the moment. The quaintness of the occasion seems to spread all across as every life
form pause to relapse. There is an acknowledgment of an end, a loss
that is felt with ebbing sun. The trees are still. The clouds are still. Waves
intonate the deeper silence of the ocean in its churning lulling regularity. The
world stills for the evening prayer. Prayers that articulate myriad language of
silence. Tirelessly work to give appropriate form to this tranquil moment. Nature
rarely fails to convey the subtle. There is an understated gloriousness in her
expressions. Deeper meaning is for the witness. This moment that is alive to
live, though aloof as eternal, is contingent to the response of each life to its
situation. This moment, when all is serene and quiet, presents quantum possibilities
to each life that capsulate billions of years of endeavor –from the absurdness
of singularity to sharing atoms precariously perched on a spinning blue dot and
all the struggles to assimilate and survive in the pre-cambrian soup, shifting
continents, permian volcanoes, bombarding asteroids and bloodthirsty predators. To be finally present in
this moment in time. This presence is a miracle. From the dark crevice coucal’s
call resonate the scene in cascading boom as a final fanfare to the setting
sun.
