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And then i stop. i think, imagination buds, i fly on the wings of fantasy, dreams, desires, limitless possibilities, memories, the frustration and joy of not finding the right words to express that which is there- right there in your heart, the very essence of your being, what makes you who you are, who you want to be, who you can be. the joy of going on the journey to discover the limits of your mind, your heart, your being and come back for more helpings. the adventure of reason and emotion- both in conflict, like a pair of twins trying to establish their own unique identity but inextricably linked by a shared bond that goes beyond their own reasoning, or belief systems- destiny, if such an concept exists in reality or not, a matrix of physicality and the unexplained. the two sides of a coin fighting day in and day out to come out on top. then i think- are my words relevant? are my thoughts relevant to be expressed, placed at the feet of the world that is my king and my kingdom? each word spoken, in this context, carefully typed will gain weight, form its own history as the moments pass, and the letters flow, as the passing blogger peeps through the window of my world. will trigger thoughts, emotions, give birth to questions of their own, raise them up to be beautiful young ideas, fresh and bubbling with the energy to conquer the world with its excitement. i don't know if words excite you. they excite me for sure. ideas excite me. thoughts excite me. the whole universe excites me. and therein lies my dilemma. how do i experience this whole universe- the white winds of Santorini, the purple sky of an early morning in Athens, the view of Paris from the Eiffel, the brightest of bright lights of Geneva, the cotton snow of the Alps, smooth as silk sand in Colva, the smell of fresh milk in an ashram in Pondicherry, the perfectly sculpted slopes in Sikkim, the speed of Bombay, Calcutta in all its glory... and so so So much more... and then express it in so limited yet vast a medium as words. how can we truly feel so much and express so little of ourselves and feel we're doing a favor by putting our points across. there is just so much to us, who we are, what makes us, us, that we ourselves fail to recognise and expression is a far away dream, the illusion of the ignorant. how can i let myself be caught up in the I of all things- I did this, I am that, I think such and such. ->i<- a="" am="" just="" span="" tiny="">tiiiny part of so much- infinite, vast, profound, eternal. i stand today before the world, this vast kingdom, humbled. and i feel blessed to be alive, to have the passion of heart to feel excited each day- to wake up, to feel- today is a day to learn something new, to feel more, experience more, to say more, do more, be more. today i replace the I with the i. all i wish is to have the power and the continued and precious freedom to make an attempt at giving expression to all that and share with you, my dear friends, my king, my subjects- all that i am, all that you are, and all that is in the realm of my touch, vision, feel, thought, dream, perception in all its beauty.
