The Story of the Stone

I used to be in search of that buggy. What's sought and located within the buggy's chest? All of a sudden, I discovered a dwelling I used to be in search of—a stone. In a small but awe-inspiring tavern, he drank himself and fell asleep. After touching the stone, Bagar felt like a backyard. The particular person to whom I was making an attempt to present a stone reward felt like becoming a member of the journey with me. We climbed up from Bagar in the direction of the cloud-covered hill.

You touched I was additionally touched. Stone Only a stone There have been no flowers! However, whenever you touched it, it blossomed. Or turning into a god is a thriller. We had been collectively on the hill. There was sweat on his brow. Sajal was taking a look at your face. A sizzling pink flower was flowing. Our vacation spot was to listen to the primitive rhythm of the waterfall. I'm being led there at the moment. You might be a bit more natural! I'm drawn to stroll freely on the trail of golden freedom that you've already proven earlier. The distinctive, yet simple, rhythm of your footsteps resounded in my knees as I walked with you, after which I climbed that hill.

How I removed that revolutionary coolness of the stream is now jingling with the gurgling tenderness of that divine bliss inside myself. There had never been such a strange supernatural experience before.

Gone are the golden days! Do you keep in mind the way it went? A beautiful reward from us. A revolutionary encounter just like the assembly of the sky and the earth. Even if you should get it, you do not get it. as if touched, as if not touched. as if wanting to be down on the horizon. Trying to see up on the horizon is comparable to touching another pleasure. One other happy thing. One other distinctive feeling of divinity. One other impression One other rainbow of happiness. I noticed in your eyes a novel current combined with an unfathomable previous. What an eternity! I stayed with you for a second. Now I'll ask the bugger who's sleeping in the midst of Narayani, how did you feel the contact of the twilight that you simply touched the stone that made you a deity? If you contact it, you'll feel tender. I kept staring at your previous expression.A contented, spontaneous outburst. The moonlight fell out of your lips. strongly robust. How fortunate that stone is. The stone has changed into God! You made The request would have touched me too! By touching it, you made that stone valuable!

The stone that received your mild contact! How fortunate was that stone? If you touched that stone, I saw your distinctive imitation in your face. Has there ever been such a surge of happiness in your miraculous aura up to now? Don't exaggerate! Did you contact the stone with the intention of constructing it into a deity? not solely dwelling issues, but in addition, inanimate objects count on our contact! Your contact made me understand this.

After providing you with a present of stones, at the moment I wish to contact each tree, each leaf, each path, each stone. However, I do not really feel completely happy due to your absence there. It is not enjoyable without you. We used to say that the supply of happiness and pleasure is inside us, but I believe you're the supply of happiness. Even when there is no such thing as a sun, your philosophy says to seek out the heat of the sun. However, I don't imagine it. I miss your absence. Philosophy is one aspect. One aspect is far from civilization. The best is on one side, but I must continue on the same path. unadorned journey. A spherical journey An actual journey. We're like a journey. We're like a journey. journey without deception. A journey not lined by the bark of beliefs and civilization. Fearless journey Open journey The journey of doing regardless of the thoughts calls for it. That final journey with you A really pricey trip! If you really feel like crying, cry. If you wish to snicker, snicker. If you meditate, you will lose yourself. However, by embracing the foundation of your love, you will find yourself.

You made me a priest. You might be your own personal nature. After studying the radiance of your face, I too instantly touched that stone. However, for some reason, I used to be stung by his wandering. I put my hand on the half you touched. There was a slight heat in your palm. There was a little bit of your aura. I used to be a little bit enthusiastic about your liveliness. There was a surge of pleasure in your coronary heart. My hand grew to become holy. Even when I did not contact your hand, I touched the stone touched by your hand, nature! I am unable to say all the things about that tenderness. I am unable to clarify. It's impossible to explain intimately a few of the occasions of life. We dream of this dream within the rainbow. The phrases are disappearing by themselves. That's the reality. That's the reality. You're the reality or the Goreto we walked with is the reality.

 Is reality additionally relative and natural?

What a romantic moment! There was no thirst anywhere in my thoughts. I used to be overwhelmed by the warmth of the sun. The stone that you simply touched could also be crying out in solitude right now. Even the eyes of that stone, which you've hidden within the ark of your heart out of affection, may be filled with tears!As I'm at present experiencing the separation from you, I salute your efforts to seek out the brilliant sun of liveliness in all things natural! I always respect the artisan inside you who seeks artwork in each particle. At the moment, a diamond could also be burning on the stone you've touched. I'm waiting on the destiny of my hand. The road of the future is flowing straight just like the water of Kaligandaki, but why does it fade away without reaching Trishuli? I'm asking the questions that are being torn from my very own hands. I forgot to ask the stone you kissed. Or does love sprout even between the inanimate and the animate?

Oh stone! You might be in the same twilight. If we meet once more someday, we'll ask about that easy contact. I do know you might be telling the truth. The purely stone truth speaks the truth right here. We living beings communicate!

This geography This rainbow! This transfers agility! The supply of that holy river, Dialog, with birds. twilight clear sky roof And what I liked best about him was the look on his face as his relaxed smile spread to me.And the golden particles of water that got here from the waterfall and touched the cheeks. It was as if a primitive music of affection was echoing from these little ones. of happiness and peace, however simple! That autumn tranquillity!I gestured to him. I noticed the velvety love floating round in her romantic, completely happy, cheerful eyes.

She came here to sit down on the rock with me. We each reach a distinct world of happiness. We feel we've 'run out of gasoline' emotionally. I mentioned, "Let's meditate." She was overjoyed. I used to be completely happy. The drunken romantic second was already gurgling.