There was something about that wonderful place- it just could not hold me back from coming towards it- the shimmering darkness made it seem as if this place was located in the outer space itself- it was empty and deserted, but I could sense the whole world being out there- the landscape composed of the sapphire blue sky, the deep ocean, the moist earth and the fiercely gentle wind- it was silent but all the sounds in the universe resonated in my ears- and an unseen force held me and brought me there.
I stood there, taking in everything- the beauty of what was there around, above, below me.
“What about the inside of you?”
“I don’t understand what you want to say.”
“You look at that which is around, above, below and everything that you can see and perceive. Have you ever looked inside of you?”
I thought over it- what was there inside of me? My thoughts were echoed as everything before me blurred and the sounds became so loud that I was almost deafened.
“That which is inside of you is what you see around you- you see that which you are.”
I saw it- the vastness of the space in my outstretched arms, the depth of the ocean in my eyes and my vision, the moistness and encompassing earth in my very own skin, the fieriness of fire in my veins, the velocity of the wind in my tresses- the existence of the universe in my own being.
I shed my garments- I was naked to the world, there was no use of adorning anything. The moment seemed divine- it was as if a liability was done away with, as if a self compulsively undertaken habit was now thrown away, as if the only remaining inhibition was now gone.
“When the inside of you is there outside of you- when you are one with everything- why do you hide yourself? Why do you conceal that which is in fact bared everywhere?”
I had not known why, but now I knew it- because I had a sense of mystique about myself which I had now come to know was false. What I had thought was here, right everywhere about me, what I had seen was what was there too, what I had heard was the sound from where everything was born…. There was nothing alien, nothing new or old, nothing to be hidden and nothing to be revealed…
The surroundings were illuminated, I was illuminated and in my ears echoed the sound which I had always heard.
I stood there, taking in everything- the beauty of what was there around, above, below me.
“What about the inside of you?”
“I don’t understand what you want to say.”
“You look at that which is around, above, below and everything that you can see and perceive. Have you ever looked inside of you?”
I thought over it- what was there inside of me? My thoughts were echoed as everything before me blurred and the sounds became so loud that I was almost deafened.
“That which is inside of you is what you see around you- you see that which you are.”
I saw it- the vastness of the space in my outstretched arms, the depth of the ocean in my eyes and my vision, the moistness and encompassing earth in my very own skin, the fieriness of fire in my veins, the velocity of the wind in my tresses- the existence of the universe in my own being.
I shed my garments- I was naked to the world, there was no use of adorning anything. The moment seemed divine- it was as if a liability was done away with, as if a self compulsively undertaken habit was now thrown away, as if the only remaining inhibition was now gone.
“When the inside of you is there outside of you- when you are one with everything- why do you hide yourself? Why do you conceal that which is in fact bared everywhere?”
I had not known why, but now I knew it- because I had a sense of mystique about myself which I had now come to know was false. What I had thought was here, right everywhere about me, what I had seen was what was there too, what I had heard was the sound from where everything was born…. There was nothing alien, nothing new or old, nothing to be hidden and nothing to be revealed…
The surroundings were illuminated, I was illuminated and in my ears echoed the sound which I had always heard.
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