When I get your message, it heralds the night of full moon by forcing the sun to give up its insistence. It feels that, at that moment, the nature has broken the silence, whispered in my ears, and teased me with the glimpse of her finest creation. It shatters in me the awe of nature's enormity when I feel that the intensity of the ripples, which her mere thought creates, exceed the enormity of tsunami that the vastest ocean bestows. And, I console myself by just touching the cold water of ocean because warmth of her finest creation remains at far.
However, it does make me think that life cannot be guided by philosophies, literature, arts, wealth, knowledge, sunset, sunrise, mountains, oceans, moons, or stars. It teaches me that she is more than all of the above combined. The list of things that I mentioned feels like a cloud, which, at its best, deprives me from the rays of life. It reminds me why I need to break these clouds to get to those rays so that life can begin in me and so that a birth can happen in this body and so that I can be separated from the dead corpses in behemoth of this cremation hall.
I do not know how to break that shadow. It is like being a fish stranded on a seashore by some cruel forces of nature, onlooking the enormous ocean but having no ability to walk up to it, gasping for air but trying its best to not cause any discomfort to the water, silencing its own pain but listening to the sounds of the water waves, bleeding in sharp pebbles of the shore but pretending to entertain like a joker.
However, it does make me think that life cannot be guided by philosophies, literature, arts, wealth, knowledge, sunset, sunrise, mountains, oceans, moons, or stars. It teaches me that she is more than all of the above combined. The list of things that I mentioned feels like a cloud, which, at its best, deprives me from the rays of life. It reminds me why I need to break these clouds to get to those rays so that life can begin in me and so that a birth can happen in this body and so that I can be separated from the dead corpses in behemoth of this cremation hall.
I do not know how to break that shadow. It is like being a fish stranded on a seashore by some cruel forces of nature, onlooking the enormous ocean but having no ability to walk up to it, gasping for air but trying its best to not cause any discomfort to the water, silencing its own pain but listening to the sounds of the water waves, bleeding in sharp pebbles of the shore but pretending to entertain like a joker.
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