This is the first time, I think I am admitting
to the fact that "literal" description of Heavens did not fascinate
me enough as a child.
As a kid, the Heavenly descriptions of long beautiful flowing rivers of milk and honey and castles in lush green mountains did not act as the instruments of keeping me away from sins.
Not undermining its very existence, I feel the following feels more like Heaven to me. It feels like the Journey of all journeys which I'd willingly take.
I have a mineral water bottle. I quench my thirst from it. Every hour of the day. But it ends. The water ends.
I find a bigger bottle. I quench my thirst from it. Every day. But it ends. The water ends.
I find the canal from which I can fill the bigger bottle. I quench my thirst from it. Every month. But it is inconsistent. It turns to snow in winters and dust in summers.
Compelled by my thirst and tired of inconsistencies of all the sources, I continue my Search.
Till I find the Sea.
Today, I swim in the Sea of all seas. In the Water of all waters.
I drive pleasure from the Master of all Pleasures. I seek certainty from the King of all Certainties. I see the Reality of all realities.
My thirst has gone. I am satisfied with the Satisfaction of all satisfactions.
I am the creation, sitting with Its Creator.
I am where Peace is.
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