Quiet please–the trip to the west

3 Oct

No orders are given, no fines are found. But I was stroke by awe and peace at the same time when I met the west of Ireland; I have to be quiet, because the sea is speaking, the stones are speaking, and the nameless wild flower in the sand is speaking—I have to listen, I cannot speak, for I`m such a small creature comparing to the roaring wind which has whirled about for millions of years, he rules; my words don`t count, the sea, the stones, the flowers—theirs do.


Crawling into the Aillwee cave, I was quiet. Imagine how the stream flows through where we stand: a tiny drop at first, then it collected, built up, ran through the rocks, and crush the hardest with the softest touch. “The highest excellence is like that of water.” Says Lao-tze. In Chinese culture, where moderation is virtue, water, which shapes and fosters the world with silence, is nature`s greatest power. I`m standing in the masterpiece of water, how can I disturb such a sacred work: the work on the rocks, it`s still been carried out, which seems to last till eternity. I heard gratings when water scratches the rock, I saw the fragments of rocks carried away in a single drop fell from the ceiling—because I`m quiet, my heart is my eyes and ears, it sees and hears for me.


Sitting on the Cliffs of Moher, I was quiet. Below me were waves that never rest, and above me was the universe that look upon the earth like we look upon an ant. I was not afraid to fall—the rock was firm, I was calm, for I realize how a large portion of our existences are determined by our own will—like on the cliff, where a single thought determines a matter of life and death. I could not be clearer about who I am when my feet were hanging in the air and my palms were pressing against the edge, I`m a free spirit, hovering between the sea and the sky. My mind as well as my impulse to scream out loud was washed away by the sea breeze again and again until all the things I`ve learnt was gone—I was left alone with peace. I emptied my mind, to let the true knowledge of nature comes in, and it did, it was in me, and it can never be washed away.


And that`s when I truly understand the quote from American Beauty:


   “Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life…”




–Xiyue(Diana) Lizhao


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