My Valley...

I walk into my valley—into my oasis of calm. Into the place where the wind sings its songs, and the trees sway along in harmony. I go where the mountain rivers flow in quiet streams. Where silence hangs thick, like in a vacuum. Where the shadows of people are hidden beneath moss and roots.

I walk into the silence whose sound I hear echoing through my soul. Whose colors I see, scattered like fragments in a kaleidoscope.

I immerse myself in the bliss that lingers in the valley, and with my hands lifted high, I welcome the life it gives. Energy rushes through my veins like magic. I drink it in from the meadows and forests, the lakes and snow-crowned peaks that surround me.

I close my eyes.

Waves of feeling wash over me—wordless, thoughtless, pure. The magic that floods into me seems to create me from nothing, to shape me from the smallest cell.

It turns me into a story—a fairy tale that no one has ever read, that no one has ever told.

I stand there with my head raised, eyes closed, hands lifted toward the divine sky.

The shawl of magic wrapped around me weaves existence itself—from moss and wildflowers, from spring water, from the peace of the valley, the songs of birds, the paths traced by beasts, and the aura of that little crooked cabin at the foot of the hill.

My eyes are closed, yet I see the rising sun, the silver gleam on the mountain peaks, the forest breathing emerald, the lake shimmering with golden reflections of light.

Peace in my valley finally takes form.

In the stillness of a summer morning, I awaken from a wandering dream and rise

as if from a dark grave. The colors around me give birth to life—life filled with scents, sounds, and sensations. The valley’s tranquil symphony streams through my veins in threads of magic and explodes inside me—a fountain of thought and light.

I sink to my knees where I stood. I look at my hands as if seeing them for the first time.

I feel the freshness of morning as if feeling it for the first time.

And I hear an echo in the valley—so very like the beating of my own heart.

I can feel again. See again. Hear again.

Peace within me has conquered my fear and restlessness. It lifted me from my fall

and led me back to the path.

Told me to walk—slowly, without fear. To move at a pace where I won’t lose myself,

where my pockets won’t spill my thoughts, my dreams, my intentions.

It promised to watch over me. But I know myself. I remember who I am. I will run from my peace again and lose my way…

I will wander once more— and forget the road that leads back to my valley.