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IN the divine frenzy of that moment, when they met each other first, as predicted, she pulled him down over her,for eons together, on the marble step they just passed each other. Both froze, trapped in a time wrap, within a moment as a sculpture in alabaster. A somnambulist sculpturer,with a wild imagination, claimed it as his master piece, oblivious of the facts! The cosmos is only a thought,like a flowing river reaching to the ocean of eternity, if you would remember. Every imagination, at a point becomes real, memory, happenings, gains and loss all look the same as one goes on. Every one passing the steps up and down, invariably is amazed, wonder still, who this marble couple are, what story they'd tell. The circle, is bound to get completed, a million years after,perhaps,                                                         2 Two butterflies, flying around the sculpture, to see if there is a drop of nectar anywhere,find it on the lips joined,in a kiss eternal, as they taste it together, they did remember a day in the life of universe, A wise silver owl, watching this divine pantomime, flies up, enlightenment strikes hard;on that zen moment, all fall in place!
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
Zen and the art of immortal love
IN the divine frenzy of that moment, when they met each other first, as predicted, she pulled him down over her,for eons together, on the marble step they just passed each other. Both froze, trapped in a time wrap, within a moment as a sculpture in alabaster. A somnambulist sculpturer,with a wild imagination, claimed it as his master piece, oblivious of the facts! The cosmos is only a thought,like a flowing river reaching to the ocean of eternity, if you would remember. Every imagination, at a point becomes real, memory, happenings, gains and loss all look the same as one goes on. Every one passing the steps up and down, invariably is amazed, wonder still, who this marble couple are, what story they'd tell. The circle, is bound to get completed, a million years after,perhaps,                                                         2 Two butterflies, flying around the sculpture, to see if there is a drop of nectar anywhere,find it on the lips joined,in a kiss eternal, as they taste it together, they did remember a day in the life of universe, A wise silver owl, watching this divine pantomime, flies up, enlightenment strikes hard;on that zen moment, all fall in place!
k-balachandran
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
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