Several moments of today take this world for a mere photograph, like the one we hang to the wall and watch. In the period of such experiences there can be no escape from the twinges of imperfection and the sense of self-abasement, nor is life dependent on mere words. Rather, life gets prepared to blossom in its true shape. These blessed moments dawn upon us during our period of silence, but we have to reveal them through words only, for these words express these experiences of life in all their shapes and hues in an attractive and alluring manner.
The reflection of the Emptiness is still in my Being. The experience of beauty without the beautiful. One experiences a transcendent eternal beauty. There is no I or You - yet, I wish to die, for there is nothing beyond - beyond what? - beyond that which is my experience, beyond that which I am. Time has stopped - and space - spaces have merged into Being.
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