You have heard about it . So did I . Can you imagine how intense , her attractive forces will be as she already created a desire to be in the presence of her however far one's physical being is ? Hold that thought. The imagination is not far from reality. Travel with me , as I take you through how it feels to be in the midst of her glory. The Niagara falls. The myth. The legend.
"As she draws you near"
It's one of those unexplained human gut instincts, when destiny had me making plans all of a sudden to visit her, overlooking a 10 hour journey by the rails. The arrangements were made and there I was , chugging along the night long journey to reach the lucky station that connects the world with her. As i step foot into the new place, my senses started picking up some intense vibes. Like, I knew something was happening around the place. One of the initial observations a person will make about Niagara is how, contrasting her signals can be. She is silent but she is full of music. She appears to be lying somewhere in the corner of a mountain but the aerial view will clearly tell she encompasses all over the place. As, one travels into the city from the outside, an obvious thing that meets the eye is the Niagara river. You can imagine a lady , lying down on the face of the earth, her majestic face being the falls itself and her locks of hair , as the Niagara river. Imagine how the wind blows her hair gently , yet persuasively as she coaxes you to come near, signalling you to come further and further, like an octopus will entice a nemo fish. The river lies beside the roads and bridges silently, yet so imperatively as one can pick up the silent waves of water that is swirling from the insides to gain force as it flows down to the actual falls itself. The tension she creates , in the mind of her newest lover, who is disturbed so passionately to see her and the thought of not having seen her makes him love her more, yearn for her more, overpowering all his human inhibitions. I was so taken in by her. I realized myself breathing heavily, as the winds got colder, my heart beats dancing to her silent chorus of her seductive breathing. Oh , I was so floored. There is not a part of her that is not majestic or unattractive so much that there are places of attraction all around her voluptuous frame. It is like ,she is the one and only there.
"Stunned by passion"
Everywhere, you can imagine people going "oh my god" in different voices and languages, like birds in a wildlife sanctuary over a tree that just blossomed with flowers. As one goes near her, people frantically get lost for words , everyone stumped by her flawless seamless flow of never ending unbelievable to fathom majestic beauty. The sound of gallons of water hitting the rocks appears like she is laughing hysterically at her latest catch of homo sapiens who's eyes are stretching beyond their sockets to suck the vision into their deepest memories. The nearest view of the falls from the 'prospect point' up above the mountains where you can see all of her, as she appears to be spread out between the Canadian and American borders , to the wettest place below on the 'maid of the mists' stuns the senses of the soul that for the first time thanks the almighty for being blessed with the power to see his creation. Life is happening here. Even Rumi and Shakespeare might be restarting their wisdom fountain to describe a place that has birds flying in slow motion, water gorging down at the speed of light as her hopeless lovers stand rooted to their feet gaping at the gaiety she demonstrates. It is like God's own plan to bring in the various rivers of human orchestrated differences in religion, caste, preference,language and culture to a place where all streams culminate into one source, from which we all came from, as thousands of people from across the borders vicariously ogle at her, forgetting where we came from and who we are. Pure magic. She is like the product of Divine music with human lyrics , the song such a euphony to the ears that mentally, physically , spiritually makes us engage in a hopeless pursuit , to try grab all of her into our deepest senses to register that moment of being in her presence. The sight of the niagara river plunging into the deep trenches below sprouting spray of cold magic water as the birds flock all over the place surrounded by a sun that tries to view her as much as possible before moon takes over silences all the noise from our human nonsensical thoughts takes one to the very zeniths of wonder. She is silent , yet musical . She is so well sculpted yet , she is hugely spread all over the place. She appears to go nowhere, yet not a part of her stays fixed as the waters of her enchanting dance never stop dancing to the cries of her lovers who plead with her to never let go off her. , The Niagara, ladies and gentlemen , is one place where bliss exists. A place, pregnant with inspiration and Naked Life Force for the soul that yearns to reverberate with divine symphony. A visit to the The Niagara, Ladies and gentlemen, is gift you give to your soul, for you might not know next time if you will be human enough enjoy her.
As i made my retreat from her, my being already started wishing to be in her presence sooner and often , as a flying water drop came from nowhere and kissed my forehead , as i looked back at her drunk with love thanking her for this blessing.
