What we remain silent, it is sometimes more interesting than what we say. In this hidden labyrinth of silence, everything is too strong, unreal, unreachable, unknown, an impossible and otherwise, that could be described in words. It is an inner world, hidden from ourselves. It often leads us to doubt whether we dream or we look at reality. What we sometimes see, what steals our views, it does not represent the reality, but only a vision, strange mirage of our wishes. In this mirage is hidden our true beauty and a gift from God to see the invisible. Deep within us resting perfection that we see and feel with our soul. Only in it, we are what we are, we are with those with who we want to be and we meet those who we want to meet. When in life, that is becoming more difficult and more painful, there are not many doors through which we can knock there is a distance that always receives us in its arms. All our life’s battles rest in it. In the twilight of the gloomy days, we mention its name as if in prayer. It is nicer than heavenly dew drops and warmer than fire. It is a flame that always burns. In a world that is becoming increasingly colder, there is an invisible, warm hand, which connects us with something and someone. That something and someone is always waiting for us on the other side of the bridge. There are bridges over which we never cross. We curiously observing the other side, but we rarely dare to go. The mirage of our wishes is calling us persistently. Sometimes we are not sure exactly what we see. The wish within us to see what we want is so strong that we begin to see the invisible. We see the smile that does not exist, the people of our dreams that come to meet us, moments that never happened. Something does not give us peace. Someone, something and somewhere unknown is missing us. It calls us to find him. It is beautiful the thought that there might be, regardless of whether it is away or in our immediate vicinity. Invisible connection keep silent somewhere deep within us, in the secret gardens of our wishes. We embrace it with our grief, watered it with our tears, feed it with our soul. Our look is often wanders to the other side of the bridge, in the hope that we will see our restlessness, run to it one day. Our unfledged towers await us, and the weight of the burden that we could not bring. One hand is still waiting for the other to appear from somewhere, whether it's in the middle of some endless desert or in the middle of a large city. When they are combined, and their fingers crossed, all past and future lose their significance. There is only a moment, and the certainty that everything under the sun wrote one wish, born from the invisible connection, a wish that for every soul has created another with which it will be able to believe in the impossible. Some wishes remain silent in the invisible connection. Some souls want to kiss, but they can not; they want a hug, but it does not exist; they want to hear the voice, but all is quiet; they want to share the joy, but do not have with anyone; they want to see, but when they open their eyes in front of them extends only emptiness; they want so much to say, but do not have anyone. In all this expectation, hoping and silence, the wishes build an invisible beauty, known only thoughts. In this beauty some souls find salvation from all that gives them no rest. Connecting in the invisible connection, two hands love to each other with silence. In the wilderness of fear, cold and loneliness, they warm each other. At the pillars of distance, they are building invisible bridges of faith and strength. Against each other, they extend the time. You can separate the two hands that are in love, but you can never destroy the bridge that connects their hearts, no matter where they are. Their hearts will always waiting for each other. A Chinese proverb says that one who knows how to wait, time opens the door. Is it?
Invisible connection, author Suzana Stojanović, August 18, 2016