The eyes of the silent knowledge

Suddenly, Sig began smelling the approaching currents of air with his big nose. A couple of sniffs and he knew something for sure.

“Avin and gold-digger are back from their hike,” he said brightly.

Rina’s face opened up a channel for the light of the stars to shine through it, illuminating the day and others around her. She hadn’t seen her friends for long time and missed them a lot. As the older warrior crossed the wicket of the garden he took to examining the path, leading through the garden to the veranda of the cottage. Avin moved slowly, bent down, kneeling to touch the blades of grass with patience and knowledge. His much younger companion gazed at him in such a way, as if he tried to see into his mind. When Avin got clear about something; he raised himself and approached Rina.

“It must have been the black jaguar,” he declared.

“Where do you know it from?” Rina asked; her curious gaze run through Avin boldly.

“It had left some traces on the path.” Avin’s long, black hair tied up in a pony tail undulated on the wind. His raven-like eyes glowed with their irresistible transcendence. “It’s possible to perceive the traces only with the eyes of the silent knowledge,” he added. “What did it want from you?”

Rina weighed her words.

“I know the habits of these jaguars. They approach humans only if they become their mission to fulfill.”

“What is going on, Rina?” The gold digger came up to the girl and stroked her hand.

“Have you looked into the jaguar’s mirror fur?” Avin went on.

“Yes, I've seen my reflection: strong and stable roots growing out of me feet.” Rina’s face twisted in a grimace. Avin heaved a sigh.

“Rina will leave us soon. Get prepared” the older warrior addressed all his companions. The gold-digger lowered his gaze, fighting with some painful emotions. The girl got to her feet and held his head in her hands.

“Please, I don’t want to hurt you. I must leave; you know it. I’m one of the warriors.” The gold-digger broke free from her hands and rushed to the house. Rina’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Don’t worry; he will understand… he needs time on his own to think everything through.” Avin tried to console Rina patting gently her shoulder.

“Remember, the jaguars are wild beasts; it’s not good to tame them. The wild cat will follow you, hiding in the dark.”

“Where do you know it all from?” Rina wiped out the tears that kept running down her face.

“Experience,” Avin chuckled. “The light is setting, let’s go inside.”

Gold-digger lit some candles, flaring and dancing in the dark, as if some evening guests. The warm, cozy air of the cottage was swathed in the scent of some drying herbs.

“How are you feeling?” Avin addressed Rina.

“I feel the blurred shapes of events that are to be born. Sophia the Geezer says that what happens in the outer world; beforehand grows and moves within us, waiting for the right moment to come out and manifest itself.” The warrior explained. “I am so full of expectation; between something and something,” The girl admitted.

“I know this feeling. Life is the art of change.”

Avin walked away to sleep. Rina and gold-digger stayed alone, enraptured by the left moments of shared intimacy. They had to celebrate the slivers of time while the jaguar was sharpening its fangs, ready to set out on the journey. Rina’s roots trembled at the very thought of blow that was to be given to them by the wild cat.