Monday, June 29, 2009


I didn't know that beauty had that power to capture (fearless-courageous) innocence, trust and enthusiasm altogether. So, when I perceived it, I remained mute! What else could I do? Though I wanted to be an active player, yet preferred to be a silent witness because it demanded a consciousness which should always be grounded in the self.

Thus, as pure, pious beautiful love shined, I could see its glow but not feel its warmth; could smell its fragrance but not touch it; could float over the surface but not drown in its ocean.

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