I have authored so many books, I’ve
given so many inspiring lectures, I’ve been a major player in achieving freedom
from the oppressor, and I’ve even fulfilled the wishes of my parents but never
I have been able to see what happened after I achieved these feats and
sometimes when I am aloof from those busy minds, when I get time to ponder over
the unfinished conversations with them I tend to think irrespective of my
resistance-which was never strong to resist compassion - I think and I am instantly immersed
in a reverie accompanied with beautiful things and everytime I get stuck and
couldn’t see beyond that darkened wall. It seems to prevent me from witnessing the
other side and I fail to find an answer and then I solace myself that perhaps
it is in order for me to understand that I would never be able to achieve these
Feats or I haven’t done enough even to be worthy of fantasizing about what lies
beyond!
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