On a summer night...
The sky was beautiful with twinkling stars. The clouds glowed orange lighted by the city lights underneath. Few twinkling stars stood were imitated by the lights of a flying aircraft. As I gaze at them under a summer night sky, lying on a freshly mown lawn and smelling the earthly scent, I get lost in the distances between us. After a few futile attempts to obscure the star, the clouds left the sky leaving me alone with the star. The dark sky and the spaces between seem to shrink and soon I could see nothing except the star in a far away galaxy.
The infinite spaces, bigger than the spaces between galaxies seems so large to me. I take a deep breath and wonder about amount of air in my lungs. So little, yet so vital to my being alive and dead. I wonder what the star would think, if it had a life just like this little human sitting on a far away planet and dreaming of a little freedom every now and then. I wondered whether it would even notice the small planet circling an ordinary star. Then...do we stop by every time we see an ant struggling on our path? or watch a little sparrow learning to fly or a squirrel cracking a nut?
What is the bond that unites us all? the infinity that engulfs all and the nothingness that it was born out of?
Can this mind of mine ever hope to get a feel for the infinity? It is one of the words I speak without understanding, just as I speak about nothingness. When I ask whether I can be close to infinity by expanding my mind, little do I realise that just as addition of two numbers, however large, doesn't ever bring them close to infinity, the quest to infinity is not in expansion, neither is it in withdrawl of thought. Then, am I any close to realizing nothingness? Defining emptyness as absense of anything I tie it to the implicit presence of things and sadly I go away from both emptiness and the infinity that it fills.
I tried measuring the waters in ocean of thought with the palms of my little mind. My heart tells me its futile and instead asks me to delve deep into the ocean itself to transcend the ocean. Tired of walking in the shallow waters of clever word play, I seek depths. The depths of life where feelings come as a result of silent strength gained by withstanding the storms in life and character strengthened in the testing fires of temptations. Somewhere in the silent depths of my heart, I realize that there are still winds of hope that will guide me. I look at the star, it was still twinkling in the clear night sky...at that moment we divided the distances with the nothingness between us and touched infinity. And I could hear the bells toll at a distance.
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The infinite spaces, bigger than the spaces between galaxies seems so large to me. I take a deep breath and wonder about amount of air in my lungs. So little, yet so vital to my being alive and dead. I wonder what the star would think, if it had a life just like this little human sitting on a far away planet and dreaming of a little freedom every now and then. I wondered whether it would even notice the small planet circling an ordinary star. Then...do we stop by every time we see an ant struggling on our path? or watch a little sparrow learning to fly or a squirrel cracking a nut?
What is the bond that unites us all? the infinity that engulfs all and the nothingness that it was born out of?
Can this mind of mine ever hope to get a feel for the infinity? It is one of the words I speak without understanding, just as I speak about nothingness. When I ask whether I can be close to infinity by expanding my mind, little do I realise that just as addition of two numbers, however large, doesn't ever bring them close to infinity, the quest to infinity is not in expansion, neither is it in withdrawl of thought. Then, am I any close to realizing nothingness? Defining emptyness as absense of anything I tie it to the implicit presence of things and sadly I go away from both emptiness and the infinity that it fills.
I tried measuring the waters in ocean of thought with the palms of my little mind. My heart tells me its futile and instead asks me to delve deep into the ocean itself to transcend the ocean. Tired of walking in the shallow waters of clever word play, I seek depths. The depths of life where feelings come as a result of silent strength gained by withstanding the storms in life and character strengthened in the testing fires of temptations. Somewhere in the silent depths of my heart, I realize that there are still winds of hope that will guide me. I look at the star, it was still twinkling in the clear night sky...at that moment we divided the distances with the nothingness between us and touched infinity. And I could hear the bells toll at a distance.
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