At the End of the Day
At the end of the day, I like to walk a little up the hill. It's usually pleasantly warm at sunset. I have a seat where like to sit; it’s positioned so that I can look out over the forests to the valley below and to the mountains in the distance. I have certain advantages when I sit there, one of them being that I already have peace.
It is peace that does not depend upon the mountain, nor the view, nor the climate, nor upon anything external - it is a peace that emanates from within.
Its immensity overpowers emotion, overpowers thought and extends to the whole of creation.
It emanates with love to every living thing.
As the sun sets, the light begins to fade, twilight spreads and kookaburras call out noisily to signal the end of the day. The creatures of the day make their way to rest where they will and the creatures of the night begin to appear.
In this transition, the sounds of nature change and the cycle of life in sound progresses.
Belzebuub