Sitting out on the stairs looking towards the bluish black clouds moving beyond forever with the breeze lifting the cascade of hair toward its direction as if urging me to fly away with it to all the different lands it goes, brining these feelings of absolute joy, peace, spirituality, being one with yourself and being blissfully happy with who you are.
One of the purest forms of feeling that is diluted neither by people nor our mind.
Does experiencing nature in such purest forms get one to feel that?
Being closed doors, working on your desk, being part of a monotonous struggle of competeting with ourself, the world, working so hard in building our very own castle of dreams, of fantasy, of ambition; of our identity,does this make us loose ‘I’-who we really are and actually meant to be!!
Sitting here amidst concrete constructions, landscaped to perfection, experiencing the most natural form of nature and eyes looking farther into the distance not really seeing the artificial perfection but the imperfect, naturally formed rocks which are yet to be untouched by the artificial human hand in search of a superficial perfection. And no sight can be more beautiful like the casually thrown together rocks,the result of thousands of years of formation, the shadow of the sunset creating a perfect picture for an artist’s canvas.
With the only manmade technology that has enabled me to express the same, playing some of my favorite tracks being my lappy!!!
People talk about moments-perfect moments, this moment rates right on top, way high on the order -me, my laptop ,my songs, my weather=my perfect moment!!! One I wouldn’t trade for anything (at least now ;))
