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BEAUTY IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER!
RANDOM RAMBLINGS OF A WEARY TRAVELER!!
The temple looked wonderful! An oasis for the soul amidst the desert of heartless commerce!! And the timing was just about perfect too! My search of decades was getting to the point where I had more log-books full of accounts of human greed, pettiness, and lack of love, lack of friendliness and lack of selflessness, than otherwise! It was going to be a lifelong experiment, this search for the treasure chest where the spirit dwells. At least that is what the tattered yellow pages of that ancient book had promised me!
I felt like an immigrant who had moved away from home a long long time ago to settle down in a foreign culture with all ties severed from home. Suddenly, penetrating through the backdrop of the current existence ... that, over the years had remained hardly new or foreign, through the backdrop of noise of the familiar flowing brook of a language that was not mine, earlier, ... I heard a raindrop fall. Despite the noise of the ocean surrounding me, I heard a crystal footstep! And, I closed my eyes as the smell of this first raindrop of nostalgia kissed the parched and shrivelled soil of my soul! Suddenly, the ocean grew silent. The 'now' faded away! Words and concepts, once familiar, since forgotten, started coming back! So, there still remain those that speak my true lingo! The language of the soul! Those that still play with the toys that had remained buried in my bosom, for so long, so deep that even I had forgotten they still existed. Ah, the power of primal sounds! The rain-drop of memories touched ashes of yesteryears like some Lazarus who came to kiss life back into those.
Unconditional love, universal love, empowerment, illusions, trust and kindness, angels marching to the pinnacle of the crystal of divinity, little granules of ugly frost that embrace each other to create a beautiful snowflake, friendships that reach out beyond time and space just to heal. It is all true! Finally, I have found paradise. Amongst mortals!! Just like the dog-eared book had promised!!! I can trust again, I can love again, I see again!
They say that sweet dreams are cruel. For, they end-up in harsh reality! It is really waking up that shoves reality in our face. Such is the trauma of these rude awakenings that we forget those fleeting but real moments of bliss that held our hands gently and lead us from the state of dreams to the state of true reality. The hypnopompic transition zone where both dream and mundane realities live together, without threatening or being threatened by either, ... where both are accepted, equally, even unconditionally.
Comes a time when it becomes hard to ignore that words that begin as wisps and slivers straight from the soul become cliche! When the temple sheds its divine glow and from underneath it, the dreary walls of the tavern glare mockingly at one, it is hard not to feel bitter or betrayed! When the priest must ultimately pass in front of the all-revealing light and pay the price of transparency, it is hard not to feel that that rain-drop and those first-rain-on-the-ground-smells were all a dream, nay, worse ... they were illusions!
Little does the weary traveller realize that the ambrosia perhaps was never in the cup! Even the cheap toddy-on-tap can induce exaltation of the spirit, if the soul is ready and open!
So, tavern or temple, what gives them their form is not those who have made it to the pulpit or even those who were fortunate to get into the pew, but, He who enters the Holy edifice and why!
With humility that can live only in an open heart, and eternal gratitude that shall never fail to awaken the soul, even a dingy little dark barn can prove to be glorious enough to receive and house the Essence of God!
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