In truth, life is a play. Life’s shyness tries to hide us from it but is revealed through us, yet human can’t force it. We can write a beautiful love letter to life, titled , “Meditation, Surrender, or Prayer”, causing life to bare itself. To the extent of my experience, this creation and life is feminine. Life’s form is mystery, no matter how much one understands it, it is still concealed.
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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