Suddenly I felt abandoned sitting on a wooden bench between two minarets somewhere in the Old City. I was isolated from my daily routine giving smiles away to a bunch of strangers I meet every day at work. I found myself in a state of an utter oblivion and meditation listening to Nino Catamadze and putting my face to the rays of the sun. For just a second, all the past had vanished, only the wind was playing with my hair and I saw nothing around me but the wild blue sky. I was gifted 15 minutes of pure solitude, a moment of wholeness with myself.
And while I was uncovering my deepest thoughts and drowning in an ocean of cogitation, I realized that I didn’t want to move, just sit there for the rest of my life embracing the stillness of the moment’s beauty, the split second of an ubiquitous completeness, conciliation, peace and serenity.
The truth is that I needed no one to share this small island of escape, where nothing but the wild blue sky would bring the joy of life and heal the wounds. I needed no one to talk to, to hold a hand and look at - just me listening to Nino Katamadze’s soothing lullaby. Just me…
March, 2010
And while I was uncovering my deepest thoughts and drowning in an ocean of cogitation, I realized that I didn’t want to move, just sit there for the rest of my life embracing the stillness of the moment’s beauty, the split second of an ubiquitous completeness, conciliation, peace and serenity.
The truth is that I needed no one to share this small island of escape, where nothing but the wild blue sky would bring the joy of life and heal the wounds. I needed no one to talk to, to hold a hand and look at - just me listening to Nino Katamadze’s soothing lullaby. Just me…
March, 2010
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