My idea of heaven
For me, Heaven is life.
It is the invisible wind that moves even the stillest things. It is the gentle breeze that makes the soft sand swirl and that gives hope to the youngest seeds. Kind yet violent, it is the stormy current that bangs against your roof and the bursting force that sweeps away thousands of houses without a second thought.
It is the luring array of amber, reddish-bronzed and golden ribbons that interweave together, giving out scorching sparks that shine even through the darkest nights. It is the magnetic dance of a rhythm without shape and the vital energy that keeps us from freezing. It is the malicious crackling that devours everything as it wanders through the forest but the flickering and wavering light of a candle.
It is the water that makes everything up without anyone noticing it. It is the vast sea, home for millions and it is the hostile depths of the oceans. It is the raging waves against the bare cliffs and sharp boulders. It is the tears of the omnipresent sky when it sees our sins. It is the vapour coming out from a mug of boiling tea that builds up the frozen landscape of the snow-covered mountains.
It is the soil which keeps plants alive and which buries our ancestors. It is the damp earth and the mud on March, and the arid ground under the blazing August’s sun. It is the rough debris of the desert yet the polished stones of the finest palaces.
Life is the unstoppable and stirring energy that emerges from nothing but achieves entirety. Heaven, life, both are indescribable realities full of marvellous imperfection.