The head and the chest have been throbbing for a while now. Its like I can feel this white light emanating from within my body. I was at peace. I was in a trance.
The night gone by had been one where the mere mortal and the great destroyers souls had merged. They had drawn breath together. I did not have Shakti on my phallus but the rest of the experience was much like a bhor tapasya.
A lot has happened over the last one month. A lot has changed. The world is ever changing like that, in fact there were probably ten odd life defining moments happening in the very house where I meditated. A lot of things changed around me last night while I sat in my sacrosanct and pristine state of mind.
Life has been a haze, a hurly burly really. The thing that bothers me these days is that I live a fearful person. I lack perspective to do anything with this life. Economics is intriguing and writing is my passion, but where lies my will to live? Where lies that pursuit of happiness.
Perhaps I should not bother my innocent mind with these thoughts. Let my genius rest, it has poked my shoulder for a long time now. Its tiring really, perhaps I shall sleep a while longer. The sleep of the woodchuck in winter.
The night gone by had been one where the mere mortal and the great destroyers souls had merged. They had drawn breath together. I did not have Shakti on my phallus but the rest of the experience was much like a bhor tapasya.
A lot has happened over the last one month. A lot has changed. The world is ever changing like that, in fact there were probably ten odd life defining moments happening in the very house where I meditated. A lot of things changed around me last night while I sat in my sacrosanct and pristine state of mind.
Life has been a haze, a hurly burly really. The thing that bothers me these days is that I live a fearful person. I lack perspective to do anything with this life. Economics is intriguing and writing is my passion, but where lies my will to live? Where lies that pursuit of happiness.
Perhaps I should not bother my innocent mind with these thoughts. Let my genius rest, it has poked my shoulder for a long time now. Its tiring really, perhaps I shall sleep a while longer. The sleep of the woodchuck in winter.
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