A heart-to-heart talk

from ‘The Chronicles of Starry Wanderings’

 

Last evening I went to the mountains and had a heart-to-heart talk with Echo. I simply told it, ‘Listen, Echo! Let’s talk to while away the time!’ And it replied, ‘The time…’

Echo was loud and quiet, transparent and mysterious, playful and rather sad. It answered all the questions it was asked: about truth and falsehood, life and death, about orange sunsets and cornflower dawns... 

We felt so great - two loneliness together! And our chat was heard by mountains. At times it seemed to me as if it were not Echo but the age-old mountains, which once had made the vow of silence, talking to me last eve...

  

When I was going to say good-bye, my Echo smiled at me and whispered, ‘Remember, man, the most precious thing is being in peace within yourself and others’.

And then I left. But Echo caught me up and asked, ‘Hey, wait a minute! Please, don’t go: I feel much better now and not as lonesome...’

The night was falling to the mountains so fast, and it was time to come back to the valley. ‘I hope to hear you soon’, I answered Echo and went down - to the people. ‘I will be missing you’, sighed Echo, fading slowly…

 

Last eve I was in the mountains and had a heartful talk with Echo. But when I was walking alone in the gathering dusk, watching the shimmering lights underneath and above, I understood that I was talking not with it but with myself. I realized a very simple truth: your Echo is always where you are.

But sometimes, having broken away from you and changed to a separate entity, it may become a source of pain in someone’s heart or cause an avalanche or violent tsunami in one of the flowering planets in the distant but painfully native constellation of Eridanus.

Reviews

[Jocelyn_wonders]

This is a beautiful piece.

[Nona]

What a wonderful idea and what a great piece!!! I was reading with my most intense attention, trying to hear what the echo was telling you or maybe trying to hear my own echo!

[MOON]

We are individuals and yet we are part of the greater . What gets reflected or what we searching for is within. Beautifully told.

[Wretched Knight]

Wonderful, Igor!

[Wendy Seames Garner]

A beautiful poetic story, Igor. I loved this sentence:

"At times it seemed to me as if it were not Echo but the age-old mountains, which once had made the vow of silence, talking to me last eve..."

Thanks for sharing!

Beautiful language. This story was, in a word, poetic. Very thought-provoking; great work.

[...]

. your words "echo" beautifully ...
. i can hear them in my own heart ...

[emmajoy]

Beautiful thought, poet-put unique as far as i know.. like a myth from the past. That distanced shadow never really disappears, it plays its roll for good or bad - just as it creator does.

'. But when I was walking alone in the gathering dusk, watching the shimmering lights underneath and above, I understood that.. '

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

If one could sit down with there complete equal, what would we talk about, a most intriguing thought my darling, I'll ponder it for some while.

[Marie]

A good way to remind us that we talk to ourselves yet are separate from ourselves. And if the separation is too great it can cause tragedy.