My child is sleeping, breathing faintly, floating in the sea itself, and happily oblivious of the atrocities of this world. The darkness disappears from their environment, and the room darkened, her face radiates the light necessary. From the doorway I learn to contemplate it in silence.
My whole being is in him.
comes to my mind a curious character in Hindu mythology called Mahavishnu , found lying in a corner of the spiritual world or Vaikuntha on an ocean of material causes. From his constant and silent dream every tangible universe emanates. I wonder how many
Sleep universes emerge smiling from my son and if he really was not (and is) my most beautiful dream, slowly escaped the canyons of love dreams.
no doubt, to hear, to see my thoughts in the screen as they arise, I realize that, fortunately, I have turned to the scalpel of reality to fund my magic. What, then, that magic, but a vehicle to show how needy that reality can be alone? Do we lose a lot from the absence of the symbolic, ethereal, subtly than fantastic?
The answer is yes ... too.
premeditated Stillness through rationalism cheap, in fact, reported much or more than the active expression, so it is dangerous. We will make the difference in the degree of prior knowledge in the consciousness of this inescapable truth and a commitment against the inner world, in turn connected to an infinite network launched into the sky dreams of hope.
Only here, in this virtual space, never physical or temporal, the dreams of Mahavisnu , my child, or each of us, celebrity apprentice seek happiness, achieve primary amalgamated into an ocean, deep and accurate, basic, gold and God, exulting of any container, old as the world, and as current as the last smile: this ocean so particular, bears the name of happiness ...
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