Moments of silence
In a dark room, in the silence..... As the eyes close for a moment, the dog barks in the street. As time runs by, the thought wanders. When life is fast, there is no thought, but there is a meaning in the stillness of life, the one given by thought. Indeed we live two lives, one in the real world and another in our fantasy. When the real world stops for a moment, the fantasy world races. But the clock never moves. Time stands still.In a city, the life in the real world is predominant. Its a mechanical job of trying to amass as much wealth as you can in your lifetime. The thought stops and the fantasy world dies. The corporates define pleasure for us. The dinner at the posh restaurant. Coffee with a girl at Barista. The iPOD... The world is simple. Life is simple.
In a village by the stream, the fantasy is predominant. In a powerful whiff of silence, the leaves rattle. The clock has stopped, and the world is repeating in cycles. Each moment of silence repeats. Lots of moments of silence. The deer howls from a distance. The eyes droop for a moment. The birds chirp.
The effort of setting up a fantasy world is nullified as the real world itself is fantasy. Life's still. The thoughts race. In a fleet of imagination you are there on the opposite shore. The wind took a bit longer though. You throw a stone in the water but you hear the sound before you see it splash. The currents are disturbed for a moment, awakened from a deep, profound silence. But the oncoming moment of silence drubs the occasional moment of a water splash. A fish jumps out of the water, its body glowing in the sun and splashes straight into the water. This time you heard the water splash, but you saw the fish jump and splash before you could turn and see where the splashing sound came from. Moments of silence overwhelm moments of silence.
Fish nibble at my immersed feet, but I removed them too fast. I scared them away. Then they come back with renewed vigour and start nibbling again. But I felt them nibble at my feet before they actually did it. This anticipation of a moment of pleasure makes it more enjoyable as the moments of nibbling keep repeating. This gives a sustained emotion of pleasure. You moved the feet just a little and silence looms.
I control the world now. Silence looms. Anything you do creates a moment of pleasure that overwhelms the moment of silence. When you are still, the world is still. The world runs at my command now. We can have quite a large no. of moments of pleasure. We have time to grow old. The world is simple. Life is simple.
As you go on, you never knew when the moment of silence replaced a moment of pleasure, but you still felt happy. Without your knowing it, the moments of silence became the moments of pleasure. Silence is pleasure. Pleasure is silence. The world is simple. But life is not.
posted by sriganesh @ 8:57 PM
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