Between Two Paradises

Between Two Paradises

In the embrace of eternal light, where radiance has no beginning and whispers have no end, there exist two paradises, swaying like a celestial murmur, where light and water converse, and silence speaks the secret that cannot be uttered.

The first paradise spoke, its branches trembling like an unborn pulse, while rivers of living silver cascaded in a hidden laughter:

"I am the paradise where souls bloom like flowers that never wither. My palm trees are not trees but threads of light, intertwining to weave shadows of flowing fragrance. Every leaf here chants praises, every stream sings, every droplet is a melody, and I am the cloud that rains only light infused with an untraceable nectar."

At that moment, the wings of birds quivered, and the sounds of nature unfolded—a symphony of eternity, the breath of bliss drifting through the rivers, just as dawn glides across the lashes of dusk.

The second paradise laughed, scattering flowers that were not flowers, but slumbering stars cradled in the breeze, and it said:

"And I am the paradise of closeness, where there is no thirst, for everything here is water; no heat, no cold, for bliss itself is the climate. There is no distance between longing and union, no waiting, no questions, no answers… for all that was ever sought has always been."

The breeze arose, but it was not air—it was a pulse of life, an extension of a breath whose owner was unknown. The fields trembled, the trees swayed with an eternal wink, and upon the branches rained a shower that was not water, but the echo of the first sound, the whisper of light before existence itself was formed.

The first paradise spoke again, its clusters of fruit dancing like laughter woven from light:

"Here, trees bear fruit without seasons, rivers sing without voices, birds fly without wings, and everything that lives only grows more alive until it is entirely consumed by bliss."

The second paradise, in a voice as deep as the unseen, whispered:

"But beyond this beauty, there is a paradise no soul has ever imagined—where there is no beginning, no end, no boundary to splendor, no fading of ecstasy, where existence itself melts into the embrace of light. The secret remains a secret, for its revelation would mean something unknown had been discovered… and I do not allow knowledge to ever be complete."

And then, the voice bloomed in the infinite expanse, leaving behind only the melody that cannot be heard, the light that cannot be seen, and the paradise that continues to speak… in a presence that never fades.

~Firas Alwaily