The days are short and winter solstice is approaching. Last evening it started snowing. I took a long walk outside the city, into the frost covered fields.
Warmed from walking and shielded with a hood, I stood there staring through the snow curtain into the distance. On a horizon, a couple of trees worshiped with their naked branches stretched into the winter’s reddish sky. I disappeared in the peaceful sound of falling snow.
With the first snows all exits towards other dimensions of me are closing and I remain trapped inside a giant and cold castle surrounded by forests and mountains. I’m completely alone in this blue, grey and white image.
I am in a castle covered with snow, trapped precisely in that most beautiful part of the day, when the day is turning into the night, in that pale indigo colour. The time of the day when night and day are one, intertwined and unified. There is something magical in that moment. It’s even more beautiful to me than a sunset.
In winter, these moments are the longest and bluest. And there I am, in the winter castle, trapped in an infinitely blue moment.
All is blue. The snow is falling slowly and endlessly. The best part is that I’m warm and cosy. I feel so good. I’m not cold or afraid. I don’t have the slightest problem with being alone in a giant castle in the middle of the forest, in between the worlds and universes.
It seems as if I’ve been here forever. I’m wandering through the chambers and halls. Actually, I’m flying, floating and playing because I’m blue and light.
And I feel so perfect.
I’m actually not trapped. I’m just hiding and meditating, in the blue.
I wish I could stay here forever.
Warmed from walking and shielded with a hood, I stood there staring through the snow curtain into the distance. On a horizon, a couple of trees worshiped with their naked branches stretched into the winter’s reddish sky. I disappeared in the peaceful sound of falling snow.
With the first snows all exits towards other dimensions of me are closing and I remain trapped inside a giant and cold castle surrounded by forests and mountains. I’m completely alone in this blue, grey and white image.
I am in a castle covered with snow, trapped precisely in that most beautiful part of the day, when the day is turning into the night, in that pale indigo colour. The time of the day when night and day are one, intertwined and unified. There is something magical in that moment. It’s even more beautiful to me than a sunset.
In winter, these moments are the longest and bluest. And there I am, in the winter castle, trapped in an infinitely blue moment.
All is blue. The snow is falling slowly and endlessly. The best part is that I’m warm and cosy. I feel so good. I’m not cold or afraid. I don’t have the slightest problem with being alone in a giant castle in the middle of the forest, in between the worlds and universes.
It seems as if I’ve been here forever. I’m wandering through the chambers and halls. Actually, I’m flying, floating and playing because I’m blue and light.
And I feel so perfect.
I’m actually not trapped. I’m just hiding and meditating, in the blue.
I wish I could stay here forever.