Sometimes there are personal moments of truth when one feels a certain revelation. Everything becomes so damn clear. The fog lifts and it is not so difficult to love almost everything. Those are moments when you may easily forgive a grave injustice against you, may readily consent to do things which normally are a drag.
I had one such moment this morning on the crapper. A strange reverie ( O! for the mot juste) gripped me and I really saw what a marvel life is!
That is about all I can write of that 'reverie' from memory because the moment, since it is but a moment, has long passed. It's wondrous influence remains though the details are lost in the fog.
If only I could will it to protract or allow myself to glide along with it wherever it took me. Almost from the moment of birth we humans are surfing myriad breakers of thoughts but it is not gliding on one all encompassing, compassionate, clear, a weightless, causeless moment.
I remember it not as thought but was rather an experience; a complete fluid moment in which eternity seemed to be packed.
Could that be what in India we call the Brahman - at least a brief chink through which I could glimpse, nay, experience the amplitude and the plenitude of life?
...And then the noise of reason began asking questions, spoiling everything...
or may be I swooned...?
I had one such moment this morning on the crapper. A strange reverie ( O! for the mot juste) gripped me and I really saw what a marvel life is!
That is about all I can write of that 'reverie' from memory because the moment, since it is but a moment, has long passed. It's wondrous influence remains though the details are lost in the fog.
If only I could will it to protract or allow myself to glide along with it wherever it took me. Almost from the moment of birth we humans are surfing myriad breakers of thoughts but it is not gliding on one all encompassing, compassionate, clear, a weightless, causeless moment.
I remember it not as thought but was rather an experience; a complete fluid moment in which eternity seemed to be packed.
Could that be what in India we call the Brahman - at least a brief chink through which I could glimpse, nay, experience the amplitude and the plenitude of life?
...And then the noise of reason began asking questions, spoiling everything...
or may be I swooned...?
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