In the silence that slips through the trees, the shadow dances with the light. The shapes drawn on the ground dress themselves in reality only to our senses. But what do we truly see? A reflection? A symbol? Or merely a veil?
Plato, in the Theaetetus, affirms that the soul cannot incarnate unless it has once contemplated the truth. It is in this statement that a profound vision of existence unfolds: what we perceive is only a shadow of reality, not reality itself. A scenography of illusions, where thoughts, desires, and appearances blend in the shifting light of the senses.
Even the photograph that accompanies this thought becomes a symbol: light and shadow play among the branches, touch the stones, reveal a world that appears whole but perhaps conceals something more ancient and vaster. We grasp the forms, but we forget the Source from which they arise.
To understand what the human being is, we must turn our gaze to what he has been. Akâsa the Sky, the cosmic memory preserves every fragment of what has been lived, dreamed, forgotten. Every stone at our feet is an echo of the Whole. Every ray of sunlight filtering through the branches is a hidden revelation, awaiting those who have eyes to see.
Meditations on what lies beyond the veil of the senses
Those who listen to silence embark on a subtle path: the way of sweet patience, which nothing can disturb; the gentle indifference toward pleasure and pain, which frees from the deceit of the senses; the serene strength that seeks Truth beyond the veil of illusions. And finally, silent contemplation, which opens the Golden Gate of the Real.
As a philosopher once wrote: the world is living arithmetic in its movements and divine geometry in its silence. A language that uses no words, but lets itself be intuited in reflections, in the edges of leaves, in the curves of stones.
And if truly everything is “from Him, through Him, and for Him,” then even the shadow of a tree is prayer. Even silence is voice. Even this image, so humble and simple, is a threshold
A powerful and poetic reflection — it invites the reader to dwell in the subtle tension between what is seen and what is true. Shadows don’t lie; they reveal what light sometimes hides. As Helena Blavatsky wrote, “There is no religion higher than Truth” — and it is often in the realm of shadows that we begin to glimpse it
Thank you from the heart… you were very attentive to the words and to the vibration that flows through them. Compliments on your sensitivity — you truly grasped the essence. ✨
Cara Monica, un articolo interessante perche’ gioco di luci ed ombre e curioso. Luce da vita, ombra ci fa riflettere.
Ascoltare il silenzio riescono soltanto coloro che sono molto sensibili e pazienti, perché il silenzio rivela piu’ di mille parole. Nel silenzio vibra nostra anima tra il piacere e sofferenza.
Cara Ada, grazie, sei una delle lettrici più attente che abbiamo ! Con amore ♥