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Arya Zarifi

Dominguez

English 101

24 March 2011

Wherein Tranquility Slumbers

As our fingers touch, her eyes glazed in the windows of my soul. She has been there for

me since the beginning ever since we first came across one another. The first time I stepped near

her, in my mind melodies and arias would be composed as only such a sound of beauty could

describe the feeling of love that I have for her. Everyday I visit thee and sacrifice my day to

indulge my heart into the nuisance I was told to stay away from. I have been aware of her

presence as a child and she has always been watching me from over my shoulders. I care for her

as if she is my own, but sadly we can not be together. She is in the ground as well as the trees

and in the leaves and branches. She is the very presence and nature of the trail that presides near

my childhood home. The trail which brought me and my friends a bountiful amount of memories

and good times.

That very trail was the place where I spent most of my youth as me and my friends would

venture on under the branches of the secret pathways. Many adventures would take place every

friday afternoon immediately after school was let out. We would enter at the beginning of the

trail and lead onwards towards a new adventure. In our minds eye, it was as if we encountered a

world and had just taken the first baby steps into an enchanted place. We were mesmerized by

the magical pathway ahead, yet we were so curious all at the same time. Unaware, we were, as

we followed along the sandy and rocky trail towards what seemed like forever. The trees would

reach up towards the heavens and the pebbles scattered along the sand and dust. There seemed to
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be no sign of anyone around. It was as if the trail we had just encountered had been deserted for

some time, abandoned and looking for a new owner, or even a friend. It called upon our names as

the breeze whispered into our ears. We felt not fear, but tranquility and synergy in our thoughts

and feelings.

I knew this was a safe place; a place one can retreat to under any circumstance in order to

regain their sincerity and confidence. The willows weep and the birds flock to the branches with

no worries, nor any circumstance for aggression. In this tranquil place there is nothing but

prophecy for those who desire the ingenuity of passion and seclusion. Although only a joyous

youth with not much knowledge nor experience in my life, I feel love for the first time.

She flirts with me with every step I take as I whisk along the rocky pathway. I feel

engaged in a passionate endowment of a love affair that can only exist in my mind. The lips of

the invisible angels surrounding and floating through the trail tease mine. They pull me closer

towards an everlasting admiration and commitment to such beauty. Beauty unlike anything I

have ever seen before in my short life up to that point arouses my inner emotions and

perceptions.

I trust in this new found discovery as we continue our trek into the unknown world of

undiscovered beauty. At the time, I was not capable of such a vocabulary to describe what we

foresaw as something similar to lively artwork that sat realistically in front of us. Even now as I

have aged a bit since my first encounter, the words sound well suited and without fault to any

outsider who is explained of the lucid fantasy. The truth, in fact, is that even as I am writing all

these descriptive words, it is quite impossible for me to find the correct terminology and

vocabulary to completely describe the complexity that is her.

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Even now that I am much older, from time to time I ponder along the same never-ending

trail that in some ways shaped me in my youth. It has maintained its everlasting shape and

natural composure. The only difference between the present and the past is that now we walk tall

among the heaven reaching trees. The birds still fly high on branches while the dirt rolls along

full of meaning and hospitality. I continue to feel the same adventurous spirit I used to in my

youth. I envision what life was back then and attempt to encompass the same thought process

and feelings which teased me into the bittersweet love which sparked up between the trail and I.

All life is surrounding me in this confined place and time. The spirit of humanity coexists

on this very trail which we walk on. I feel a great need of consequence as I walk along the path;

it seems that a place as perfect and solemn as this is illegal to walk upon and disturb the entity of

peace. It is a blessing to feel a part of something still today; I always feel welcome in her arms as

she makes me feel warm and at home in the place that fills my memories to this day.

If this sanctum of prosperity were to disappear somehow, tranquility and peace in the

universe would seem as if not to exist anymore. Man must not take over such a heavenly

parameter of self-indulgence. It must maintain its astounding spectacle and enchantment. It is

more than just another bland space to build repeating homes and surface streets on. It is within

the sobriety of the form of nature that man must indulge himself upon in order to possess a true

understanding of the beauty only few of us can manage to see. It defines a brand new perspective

on not just a trail sitting there calmly, but rather a perspective on life itself through the eyes of

the still and flowing nature.

When I walk along the pathways of dust and rocks in between the trees and trenches, I

devolved back to a childhood state. It is impossible to roam the trail if you enter in the mindset of

an adult. Even if one doesn’t attempt to time travel in the mind, it ends up happening unwillingly.
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It is a state of trance which is above and beyond the infinity along the addendum of indulgence.

There is quite no feeling that is identical to that of which belongs to my love. She encompasses

all reasons to live and gives meaning to nature as if to convince the masses that it indeed satisfies

the intelligence of consuming the creationism.

I hope to continue visiting the beauty which presides so close that it is unreal. Someday I

shall also introduce my children to my first true love and hope that they will engage in a beauty

unlike anything else in this precious world of ours. The cycle continues to take a part in our lives

where it continuously flows through the freedom of people and humanity. It is a flow that will

never cease to exist, providing the only real beauty that sears between our hearts and minds,

providing an utmost superior connection to the soul of what is within.

Throughout all of these thoughts regarding the past, I can not help but overindulge in my

memories. The binging of recalling ones memories creates passion and realism inside people.

Nature is the realm of thought and beauty that continues to maintain its everlasting posture which

guides the light of souls against the darkness. This is how I feel when I am around her. The touch

of my fingers to hers is a touche of madness in the tranquility of desire. Hopelessness is behind

me and beyond regret towards the eyes of beauty. It strikes in the heart and centers on peace

within me. She derives from myself and becomes an even greater me. She is what all men want

to achieve in life; a guiding beauty to provide the pacification within the soul of reality and

continuity. She is my trail onto eternity.