From the
fading ripple of a merry laughter to the erased memory of a contorted
expression revealing the inner jumble, then why not countless middle-realm
states, a soul bearing reactions to the complex vibes that of physical and
mental world around can be traced back only in a dreamy way like how the
passing moment and vibe roll back in such way. An artistic revelation or gained
magic in the process of constructing his art, an aesthete’s sincere admiration
of the beauty in any layers depth, a master-spirit’s dedication, a genius’
discovery, etc. remain no asunder despite the taken thought-burdens. A
revolution to evolution; a peek to a close long look; a glimpse to a tedious
view; a glance to a stare; a retort to a harangue; a pat to a caress; a moment of
sensual feeling to a lasting curiosity… Count on! How true a sensual pleasurable
feeling is just a moment interregnum between the fall of a pain in greater
quantity and the rise of a pain in lesser quantity like how one burdened with a huge load on the back senses a moment joy when taking rest under the shade of a
tree after walking long in the beating sun, but resting long itself is pain
when the fatigue is long gone—harnessing oneself to the load, getting up with
the support of one’s hand and taking steps ahead, one senses the moment feeling
of ease from the source of the former pain. Empty itself is pain but filling
can’t be joy at all when it exceeds.
Other than
what taught in Tibetan Buddhism about the illusory nature of existing in name
only (the naming that exists in name only as by being there what to be named,
in entire search of which the naming can’t be found as an absolute entity but
stops there just as the name), the magical affect it gives, the dreamy world
that can be perceived even by a commoner is more shocking. But we’re the one
who are endowed with the intuition of condoning, forgiving, overlooking and
forgetting… So we repeat…
And to dream
on to eternity by being immature ever or to stop dreaming by subduing to a
numbed one or to wish for becoming permanently erased from such existence. Have
I reached the climax?
