Indeed, when he had woken up in the morning, could he have even dared to hope that he would go to sleep in such a state of Fullness? Could he recall when had he last experienced such contentment?
He tried.
He lived a happy life, a life many would envy. He had a beautiful wife, and they both loved each other. He had a high-flying job. He traveled all over the world in his job, he made friends wherever he went, and was respected by all. He seemed poised for an accelerated climb up the hierarchy of his company.
He lived an ideal life. A life many would envy.
And he loved himself for his success. He was proud, but not arrogant. He was a happy man.
At 30, he seemed to have achieved the pinnacle of Being.
The pinnacle of Being?
The Pinnacle?
Of Being?
Had he?
He?
Who was he?
What did it mean to be him?
Did he know himself?
Did he know what it meant to be him?
When was the last time when he had felt such peace, such Bliss?
Wasn’t this Supreme Energy that he was now experiencing the true pinnacle?
Was it this “Divine Self” that people sought in religious scriptures, in caves, in mountains, in renunciation?
Why had he found it then in a friend over a dinner table in a busy restaurant?
He knew this Joy. He had felt it when he fell in love with his wife. For days and months and years, he had lived in that magic.
Before that, when had he experienced it?
………….
Probably never…..?
And after that?
Today.
After that……..Today!
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Friday, October 05, 2007
The Black Hole-2
at 4:36 AM
Labels: My stories and poems
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