I use this word so often and increasingly always. What do I mean?
This moment is divine and cannot be otherwise. It is kind of gift from divinity. Divinity is going to follow up with more divine moments. Like a bee I search out for beauty and nectar and receive the same without moving a muscle and without using my intellect or memory.
What I get is unexpected unexplainable nothing of past or remotely related with memory. This moment defies understanding.
I cannot refuse but enjoy.
It is about twelve years that i am publicly blogging. I never really bothered who reads me and i am writing is worth writing or does it help anyone who comes across my writing.
it helps me to enjoy this moment and forget past moments of passions. I come across me further I know there is none other than me in my world.
I am divinity and my world is divine. i and any is identity without words without further thought. there simply other is no other than me.
if i am gaining in this moment, it is divine. If i am losing in this moment it is divine. i created this moment, i have to bear this moment until i make another moment.
this moment is only truth and it is me.
what is truth? truth is presence same as my world that includes my sleep, my dream, my thinking. absent is divinity. how can something be present when there is otherwise no visibility except what i said. there is no temple where divinity is present contrary to all my belief.
How can i be divinity when none in my world in including me recognise me as divinity further abuses me as fraud.
how do i believe me as divinity and my world is divine when all including me is my enemy?
How do i bear the burden of my world disapproval of divine rating as divinity that i do no longer wish to be? how do i do what i love to do when world do not wish no longer be in my proximity?
how do i bear my dishonor in my every living moment from every living and dead?
yet i have to bear every living moment ~ i cannot pretend i am not divinity even if i am burned or beaten or bleeded and imprisoned till i have senses ~ in silence
i am a village idiot stoned at sight yet i seek honor for at least one moment
This moment is divine and cannot be otherwise. It is kind of gift from divinity. Divinity is going to follow up with more divine moments. Like a bee I search out for beauty and nectar and receive the same without moving a muscle and without using my intellect or memory.
What I get is unexpected unexplainable nothing of past or remotely related with memory. This moment defies understanding.
I cannot refuse but enjoy.
It is about twelve years that i am publicly blogging. I never really bothered who reads me and i am writing is worth writing or does it help anyone who comes across my writing.
it helps me to enjoy this moment and forget past moments of passions. I come across me further I know there is none other than me in my world.
I am divinity and my world is divine. i and any is identity without words without further thought. there simply other is no other than me.
if i am gaining in this moment, it is divine. If i am losing in this moment it is divine. i created this moment, i have to bear this moment until i make another moment.
this moment is only truth and it is me.
what is truth? truth is presence same as my world that includes my sleep, my dream, my thinking. absent is divinity. how can something be present when there is otherwise no visibility except what i said. there is no temple where divinity is present contrary to all my belief.
How can i be divinity when none in my world in including me recognise me as divinity further abuses me as fraud.
how do i believe me as divinity and my world is divine when all including me is my enemy?
How do i bear the burden of my world disapproval of divine rating as divinity that i do no longer wish to be? how do i do what i love to do when world do not wish no longer be in my proximity?
how do i bear my dishonor in my every living moment from every living and dead?
yet i have to bear every living moment ~ i cannot pretend i am not divinity even if i am burned or beaten or bleeded and imprisoned till i have senses ~ in silence
i am a village idiot stoned at sight yet i seek honor for at least one moment
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