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The Journal of Ashok Sharda Realization of a presence in its absence: March 14th, 2005.
03/15/2005 09:02 p.m.
One realizes the presence of a presence more when it’s absent than when it was present.
One realizes the smoothness and the comfort of one’s own bed when lying in some other bed far from one’s own bed. One feels the beauty of being at home, the pleasure of returning back to one’s sweet home when it is still afar and never when one is occupying and comfortably placed inside it. One fails to realize the euphoria of oneness when one.
I am in such a state these days.
There is a space behind me that was filled with a presence just a couple of day before, in time. There is a time behind me that was filled with a presence just a couple of day before, in space. And at this very moment I am realizing the beauty of that space in time, the beauty of those moments in this very space behind me, now so empty.
This emptiness is inside me and I am inside it.
This realization is beautiful despite all the longings.
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| Posted by Rula Shin on 03/15/05 at 09:20 PM "One fails to realize the euphoria of oneness when one" - what happens if one realizes the euphoria of oneness when one? Is this the ultimate experience? Is one really ONE if one 'fails to realize'? Can oneness truly exist in the memory as opposed to the moment? What does it mean that the memory feels more beautiful than the actual moment of beauty itself? This seems so contradictory despite the frequency of its occurance, the normalcy we have attached to the intensity in which we recognize beauty during its absence. I want to know beauty when I am THERE...why does nature insist on reminding us of the light only when we are engulfed in its shadow? Why is this realization beautiful? |
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 03/16/05 at 01:48 PM The presence of absence indicates that the essence of absence is present. The substance of nothing is something that forms an ocean of anti-attachments that humanity submerges itself in. Alone, that which I perceive as ‘I’ floats with the rest of the perceived I’s in a sea of bittersweet nothing. |
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