The Path
I saw for a moment surrounding blueness and infinity, and then they said to me, that I should watch where am I walking, so I won’t trip on something. I listen their advice, and start walking on the path, which was smooth and obvious. It had no branches, just a few light turnings, it was dry and clean, and so trodden that I got the feeling, that for centuries no one step off it.
But I heard of some, who walk off this path, and they lost themselves in endlessness of dark and dangerous forests. I hoped so dearly, that something like that wouldn’t happened to me. I was walking for quite some time, in admiration and pride of the trails I was leaving in mud and patches of snow - which were situated in shadows of ancient trees. Path was dark and pastel, but I never raised up my look again, just like all those who were walking beside me, and those who were walking behind me, and those who catch me up, and those who I catch up - never raised their look up.
I loved some of them, without ever even looking their faces, and I was listening them, but never asked who they really are, and they never asked me, who I really am. We were talking only about our trails, and about path, which was common to all of us, and which was leading us to the same unknown destination. We were so proud of our steps, though they were melting away or were stumped all over - mutilated and erased. Just from time to time, we saw a miracle in dirty puddle, which was reflecting the blueness, so familiar to all of us, as we all saw it in a long forgotten beginning.
I was walking on the edge of the path, and slowly I walked off it, not that I would want that, not that I would even know when or how. I found myself alone in waste land, and there was no path ahead of me anymore, and there was no trails behind me, and fear was strangling and choking me, and solitude and silence ruled my world and accomplishing all of the steps, I cowardly took. I took an confused and frightened step, which resulted in slip and fall; and the pain and the darkness was in me even before I landed on the ground.
There was nothing anymore but the thought of the death, which lasted endlessly, until finally, weary of waiting the death to come, I open my eyes.
I was blinded for a moment, and then I saw something I didn’t saw since the very beginning of my life. It was that infinite blueness, painted with clouds, which glided so lightly and smoothly through the sky.
I was lying there and there was no want in me, for my eyes to see anything else, but this boundlessness, and the moment lasted for years, before the desire to stand up again, appeared.
When I stood up, I looked at the landscape through which I was walking for all my time, and I saw it so green, covered in spring, lighted by wonderful sunrise, full of trees, birds and butterflies and there - not so far from where I was standing - the river, blue as the sky itself, flowing into the infinite blueness of sea, which was merged with the sky.
In that moment I became aware, and I started to running - I was jumping all over, breathing, feeling my heart beat, running straightly, directed towards infinite water, which was calling me.
I arrived at the evening, when the moon was rising, so close that I could touch it, but yet so far, that I could never reach it, in the space that doesn’t exist.
And the night came, and the stars were twinkling, and I haven’t breath anymore, and I haven’t feel the beating of my heart and I haven’t saw through my eyes, and I haven’t felt on my skin. Now, the wind was carrying me into the unknown distances, over infinite sea, and I was the wind, and I was the sea and the stars.
