When we are mired in the reative world, never lifting our gaze to the mystery, our life is stunted, incomplete, we are filled with yearning for that paradise that is lost when, as young children, we replace it with words, ideas and abstractions- such as merit, such as past, present and future- our direct spontaneous experience of the things itself, in the beauty and precision of this present moment- Remorse
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When we are mired in the reative world, never lifting our gaze to the mystery, our life is stunted, incomplete, we are filled with yearning for that paradise that is lost when, as young children, we replace it with words, ideas and abstractions- such as merit, such as past, present and future- our direct spontaneous experience of the things itself, in the beauty and precision of this present moment- Remorse
Thank you Sudeshna mam for admiring the lines and inspiring me to write. Thank you once again