i think of going away often. wake up and leave them all, in the hope they shall know that it's necessary sometimes, to give it all up and lose oneself. like a glass vase shattering into innumerable pieces, and sparkling, ever the more. in forcing you to collect all the pieces together and establising contact with the vase, otherwise sitting in a corner, mostly forgotten. would the silent life in the corner not shed tears of abandon and years of routine? does the glorified attention of shattering not worth the attempt of your attention and touch. in a flash moment, didn't you think of where the vase had come from, and the flowers which bloomed ever the more in it? the space which is empty in the corner now, but will come alive with the thoughts whenever you look there. how you'll look at empty spaces and see the vase, when you looked at it and saw none of it. this is how empty air takes shape in sublime thought. that is my corner, and i think of shattering often.
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WOW !!! Beautiful !
Reading it was just like listening to a wonderful song :)
I guess, you have that gift.
so the rest of the world is also awake :)
A vase full of ditinctively beautiful flowers which was lying in this corner. A honey-bee would always come to the nearby closed window and look at it with wishful thinking, that one day this window will be open and he will get to touch those flowers. This bee always prayed god for one day, just one day of this window, to be open.... Was its vase's fault that it never looked out of the window ?
Wouldnt the bee's heart will be broken that day and keep dying for the rest of its life for breakage of this vase. Was it bees fault that it could not show its dreams?? or it was vase's fault that it was just ignorant about its existance ? Or it was written in the fate n this window was never meant to open ?
Isnt vase being selfish while thinking of shattering ?
thx harmeet for putting the note again, i am still wondering how i deleted it, as blogspot is claiming i did :(
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