The brief periods of surreal rendezvous are what make life
worthwhile. Not Prada, not Ducati but these.
The little packets of boundless joy in time are stationed at
some predestined locations and moments (space and time) which are a source of
deep satisfaction and a frenzy of happiness teamed up with a vague sense of
completion. All the existing energy in the universe is in perfect alignment in
these pockets. Everyone is flawlessly carrying out their respective roles. Everything
is in the right place, at the right time.
The voices from the history remain a mystery etching an
image you can’t shake off or make a logical sense about. Hallucinations of
another dimension from a different era, yet all from behind the veil of your
own eyes creep in a distinct feeling of familiarity.
Nature’s blissful harmony is beyond perfection as the God’s
symphony reverberates, piercing out through the pores of the body as the soul
shudders. The time stands still for an instant like your presence in vacuum as
you lose sense of space, before being sucked into a turbulent whirlpool of
memories long forgotten.
The accumulated dust of monotonous cycle of routine is
shaken off as a new rejuvenated, replenished and a healed soul soaked in
salvation like contentment emerges from behind the thick curtains of oblivion. The
heart rejoices as a silent prayer involuntarily escapes the tender lips to the
heaven above with a subtly bowed down head. The golden rays gently kiss thy
head as a blessing.
I happen to believe this was the closest I have come to experiencing,
what I perceive is the Aleph.
You just walk straight into it but never walk out the same.
These magical pockets of divine intervention stir something
deep inside you. They let you know you are alive. They remind you of your
purpose.
