From the Scrolls of Ahyeen
These writings are not stories to consume. they are moments to inhabit.
They are not lessons either. They pulse as living fields.
Read slowly. Breathe them. Let them move through you.
There are
moments when I find myself experiencing nothing but quiet peacefulness. And in
those moments which sometimes extend into hours and even days, nothing is more
fulfilling than just savouring this.
There is a
fullness in these paradoxically void pockets of existence, which nothing in the
vast wide world can compare to or substitute.
Nothing to
do. To think about. To understand. To achieve. To prove. To reach.
Just like
that placid mirror on the surface of an absolutely still lake, on a warm day
that feels so cozy, it could be the most comforting arms around you. And yet
all there is is stillness in the midst of Nature. Supreme stillness.
No one else
that should be here. No-thing missing. No other “where” to be.
A perfectly
silent, awe inspiring quietude.
This is how
I feel right now.
It is not
the words I am using to sculpt the contours of this feeling, that can define
it. And yet it remains somehow captured in a frame, here. Now. Like a photograph.
And energetic blueprint.
The blank
page with letters dancing onto it, becomes an entire landscape of something
that is felt, beyond what is told.
And so it
is.
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