That magic moment
Just want to stay there for a while. Pause, feel and repeat. The feel changes all of a sudden isn’t it? As if it were just another transient experience. If we just allow ourselves to be, then it just floats. Our experience of time comes to a stand still and we just float. Floating in the pool of random happenings and fathoming the abyss.
Sometimes, it is just there beside you and feels that it’s there throbbing your being in every possible way. Waiting for it to utter even though there’s no reason at all. Uttering words for a made-up reason or something just jeweled right in there for that moment. Crazy and stupid as it may sound, this happens under some elaborate scheme to spring up a magical moment. Feels like saying, anything, doesn’t need to make any sense or convey an emotion or thought. Just being there in the moment. The moment which makes the time to cease. It could be like one of those brief encounters with beauty. Encounters of anomaly perhaps. An anomaly in the usual sequence of events. They are those precious little oases where the juice of life overflows and splurges into radiance. Fills every void of existence, so filled with suspense of unknown, mysterious and the enchanting. Rationale, logic and sanity behold: There is a space of enigma that mesmerizes this being to the ever ecstatic.
It’s just when we start paying attention to something that we start losing focus from it. The meaning of ‘attention’ is strongly connected with holding on to a thought. Being more than concerned about it. Human tendency has always been to escape towards higher levels of entropy. Escapism from every real happening. What is more realistic than the existence of our very being?
It seems that magic that existed through a small orifice of the anomaly in this space and time continuum ceased to perpetuate. It’s constricted. There was something that was waited upon and it is just a coincidence that in some happening we’ve found a new experience blossoming.