Silence Amplified and Intensified

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The sound of time is silence amplified and intensified. Listen to the wind and hear the moans and groans of its timelessness and feel its touch and sense the potency of its strength. It is deafening in its quietness and its soundlessness. Devoid of all distractions and deceptions.

SILENCE AMPLLFIED AND INTENSIFIED

By Al Garcia

Texas, in all of its evolutionary forms prior to and even after becoming a part of the United States, has always been the land of promise and of hope, to not only indigenous Indians, but to pioneers, explores and wanderers from throughout the North American continent, and especially to American settlers from the east, seeking to expand their domain over new virgin lands and territories.  Texas was the land that God had touched and had so graciously abound with the richness of its fertile soil and the warmth of its tropic winds and gentle rains.  It was the valley of dreams where once brave hearts gathered and lived, and where illusions and delusions came to die under the blistering summer sun. 

How great the expectation and anticipation of what awaited the huddled and tired masses carrying nothing but their hearts and souls and dreams, venturing toward the gleaming radiance of virgin and unscarred lands by the Rio Grande.  This was the magic and the allure that our ancestors of so long ago saw beyond the banks of the flowing Rio Grande.  It was a time when dreams had no borders or boundaries, and the imagination of their thirsty minds had no limit to what they saw beyond the endless fields and pastures that once dotted the barren landscape of the blossoming lands along the flowing Rio Grande. 

At times, I can still sense the presence of my past, as I feel the blowing wind against my face, and see its strength as it devastates and overwhelms.  As natural as the sky above, as beautiful as the swaying grains of wheat that bend and flex with its gentleness, in fields that glisten under the golden rays of the scorching sun above, it is the wind that lifts and carries the sound of time and the timbre of once brave hearts. 

Just listen to the wind and hear the sound of time.  It flows and drifts and soars on the wings of stardust and dreams, boundless like the never-ending and ever-growing essence of the heavens and the seas of evolving cosmic births that can overwhelm the human mind.  Listen to the wind and hear the sound of time as its harmony and rhythm seeps into the depth of us. 

The sound of time is silence amplified and intensified.  Listen to the wind and hear the moans and groans of its timelessness and feel its touch and sense the potency of its strength.  It is deafening in its quietness and its soundlessness.  Devoid of all distractions and deceptions. 

It is the nothingness of the wind that strokes and caresses and embraces.  And it is the surge of the soundlessness of time carried by the wind that reverberates in the human heart and soul that leaves a hollowness and emptiness each time we feel the wind against our face.  For it is then that we realize that the chimes of time ring louder, and the gusts of wind flare ever stronger, as we watch, listen and wait for the fading sound of nothingness to overtake our beating hearts.


Submitted: May 30, 2021

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