I can remember yes I can remember, just few moments back before this darkness. I was standing beneath that blue sky and whole existence was blue. Blue before the darkness arises to hold and cuddle everything that could ever existed. Just the soul can survive standing alone surrounded in sky blue light ready to drown and melt into darkness.
The feeling of separation from illusion is surrounding the soul in that existence. What is this illusion, this existence , love just mere a fake cover got covered in the form of all these illusions. What is and what was the wish of that search. Was't that search of life a search of love..a search of destruction. A place where there is just search of you, where it's just you surrounding existence, where the desire begins from you and the hope dies to you ..yeh there only, the life starts and ends at you.
The desire of creation leading continuously towards destruction ..changing faith into faithlessness every-time. Yeh it's the same place surrounding in this blue dim light. Just a moment, got silenced after so much crowd and ready to jump in darkness at other moment. Just a moment where desire suffers and at same time desire occurs wearing a cover of hope. A hope that there will again be light there will again be crowd after darkness that yet has to come. Just a point which is the reason of creation. A point due to which soul is stuck in infinite loop of creation and destruction. Playing with it's own illusion.
The blue ray is passing through the soul, expanding the limits of soul to in
finite. Sound of destruction of memory is echoing in the surrounding. A never stopping search getting reflected from the buried grave of existence. Existence which was nothing more than illusion is now getting faded and merging in truth ..blue light getting faded and merging in darkness..whatever remains getting merged with dark truth. Yeh truth is dark cause truth has no color. Absolute truth when nude is just dark..dark like nothing.Nothing at all. Just a sense of isness. Just a sense which is purest of soul. The purest of soul removing all it's cloths.. cloths of illusion..surrounded by itself..in a small point ..in a small point of infinite.
A huge crowd just a moment before is silenced and all the dimensions got curved, entangled in an infinite small point.
Time too has stoped in the echo of remnant of dim blue light of life. Search of life still has not stoped, the ending desire still searching for the hopes of past.
Just a small gap in time and everything got inhaled in darkness, a time where soul is standing now. With small sense ...the smallest desire of creation of existence of illusion..an illusion which has to start after darkness. And then it's just absolute dark..absolute truth ..just purest of soul..smallest desire of creation somewhere standing at the edge of darkness. The beginning of journey ends or starts..it's the same point ..a point in time containing both points of start and end. Just a small sense of soul, the truth and.......!!!
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The feeling of separation from illusion is surrounding the soul in that existence. What is this illusion, this existence , love just mere a fake cover got covered in the form of all these illusions. What is and what was the wish of that search. Was't that search of life a search of love..a search of destruction. A place where there is just search of you, where it's just you surrounding existence, where the desire begins from you and the hope dies to you ..yeh there only, the life starts and ends at you.
The desire of creation leading continuously towards destruction ..changing faith into faithlessness every-time. Yeh it's the same place surrounding in this blue dim light. Just a moment, got silenced after so much crowd and ready to jump in darkness at other moment. Just a moment where desire suffers and at same time desire occurs wearing a cover of hope. A hope that there will again be light there will again be crowd after darkness that yet has to come. Just a point which is the reason of creation. A point due to which soul is stuck in infinite loop of creation and destruction. Playing with it's own illusion.
The blue ray is passing through the soul, expanding the limits of soul to in
finite. Sound of destruction of memory is echoing in the surrounding. A never stopping search getting reflected from the buried grave of existence. Existence which was nothing more than illusion is now getting faded and merging in truth ..blue light getting faded and merging in darkness..whatever remains getting merged with dark truth. Yeh truth is dark cause truth has no color. Absolute truth when nude is just dark..dark like nothing.Nothing at all. Just a sense of isness. Just a sense which is purest of soul. The purest of soul removing all it's cloths.. cloths of illusion..surrounded by itself..in a small point ..in a small point of infinite.
A huge crowd just a moment before is silenced and all the dimensions got curved, entangled in an infinite small point.
Time too has stoped in the echo of remnant of dim blue light of life. Search of life still has not stoped, the ending desire still searching for the hopes of past.
Just a small gap in time and everything got inhaled in darkness, a time where soul is standing now. With small sense ...the smallest desire of creation of existence of illusion..an illusion which has to start after darkness. And then it's just absolute dark..absolute truth ..just purest of soul..smallest desire of creation somewhere standing at the edge of darkness. The beginning of journey ends or starts..it's the same point ..a point in time containing both points of start and end. Just a small sense of soul, the truth and.......!!!
ss-gm
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