WORKSTATION DIARIES

In the Hush of Noon

By: Ulysses C. Ybiernas | February 7, 2014

At precisely 12:10, the clock on my desk faintly glows, marking the time in this quiet workstation now. Just hours ago, this stillness was no where to be found. As this place is like a symphony of contrasts, a tempest one moment, and the next, a sudden hush, forcing me to take a breath between the waves. This dance of storms and fleeting peace is a cycle that repeats endlessly.

This very moment, is a moment of peace, for I feel a gentle sense of contentment, despite the air-conditioning’s biting chill nipping at my skin. It stirs an echoe of my youthful days, a sensation not unlike those forgotten afternoons. Unlike the dry and weary trait of recent days, the air now whispers a certain song of a peaceful lullaby.

This, I think, is the essence of living: a profound sense of well-being. A sensation of peace that anchors the heart with joy, unburdened by the weight of this world. It feels like life’s trappings; wealth or poverty, fame or obscurity, health or frailty, melt into irrelevance. What remains is the gentle flow of the soul, serene and peaceful. Like the love of the Divine that is with a sense of oneness to something vast and unnameable. In such stillness, the spirit starts to soar against a fading world.