This solitary hill has always been dear to me
And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of
The endless horizon.
But when I sit and gaze, I imagine, in my thoughts
Endless spaces beyond the hedge,
An all encompassing silence and a deeply profound quiet,
To the point that my heart is almost overwhelmed.
And when I hear the wind rustling through the trees
I compare its voice to the infinite silence.
And eternity occurs to me, and all the ages past,
And the present time, and its sound.
Amidst this immensity my thought drowns:
And to founder in this sea is sweet to me.
Source: Giacomo Leopardi
Photo: Larisa Koshkina
Inky’s Take: We use to sit on the hill my partner and I, facing west with the setting sun, eyes closed, hands entwined and listened to past ghosts whisper on the autumn wind. Now, I sit alone, eyes wide open and listen for his voice among the others. There is no disappointment.
Silence has become one of my treasures, and moments filled with memories one of my contents. Love taught me stillness, and my soul listened well.