Inner Realm __ Unseen Stillness Comments

And my accurst being is crying for subsidence - A breathless beauty of being Nothing. Life is a restless wave and I find no way to rest under its unseen stillness. Prabir Gayen Topic(s) of

The door is closed and every petal is rotten with unusual blow, Life thou honor isa sordid story, a bed ot thorn. I am to sing thy song and music becomes muse.

not less than a curse and damnation for a crime. Eternal way of knowing of not knowing the cause.

The ground thou chose for me is wet forever. Thou hast given me a life namely a life,

Thou hast made me and given me the sense of life, Thou know why I am so immensely punished.

It is wonderful that in the midst of such ordeals you can conceive of an unknown stillness. Everything you learn is taught to you by your ordeals. While wondering about causes, your faculty of imagination is engaged. To conceive of being Nothing adds the Something of beautiful imagination.