The object of desire
Pink. Pink is the color of desire, of lust, a craving... an obsession. A wanting. As you close your eyes and meditate on it, there is a small burning sensation in the stomach, not pain, but a desire, a wanting. The mere imagination of possession brings satisfaction, happiness- weightlessness.
A sweet fragrance. The aroma travels right inside and works its magic. The taste must have been sweet, the sweetest sweet. The sight was obsessive. Streams of pink were flowing, pure pink- it was the highest degree of craving, an addiction. The nerves were pulling. The limbs became weak. It was difficult to stand. There was a strange sensation all over the body. Down the throat traveled the fragrance and the taste.
Next came blue. Brightest blue. Illuminated blue. Strange bright blue. Hypnotic light it brought. It traveled up the brain, spread all over the head and left me numb. There was absolute silence all over. All the commotion, all the clatter, all the violence, all the disappointment, all the sadness was answered for.
And then the fingers went cold. Memories were haunting. Memories of possession. The object of desire. All the golden moments shared, it was obsessive. I craved for it, I couldn’t live without it. There was great discomfort without it, restlessness, the heart was pulling. Right from the centre, the core, the hub, there was something that was coming out. An obsession, a wanting, a craving.
Experiencing it with closed eyes, waves of pleasure traveled right out of the body, great pleasure, and immense pleasure. I went out of consciousness. I dreamt. I was flying across the blackest black backdrop. And then I saw the colors. All the bright colors, the sweet sounds, and the taste- unforgettable. The experience was inexplicable. I was in paradise.
I could see the four walls when I opened my eyes, I could see the forest, the green forest, the paradise when I closed my eyes. I was lying down on solid ground and then it became liquid. I was slowly sinking down this thick viscous liquid. I went deeper and deeper still. I closed my eyes and remained. It was not fast, it was not disturbing, and there was no hurry. Slowly we went, gently. It was greatly comforting. I was forgetting. I was forgetting all the sadness, all the disappointment, all those failures, all the problems. I was slowly sinking in the sea, the thick sea. The liquid flowed gently over me. I lost sight. It was all dark. The aura was no more. Next I lost the smell, the aroma was no more. Next I lost my ears. I could not hear the liquid flow over me. I must have lost taste. Then I lost the sense of touch. No more feel of the sea. It was all silent. No motion, no commotion. It was all over. Just thoughts remained- thoughts of satisfaction, of happiness, of contentment. The object of desire. The idea of possessing it. The obsession it brought- the craving. It was all over.
A sweet fragrance. The aroma travels right inside and works its magic. The taste must have been sweet, the sweetest sweet. The sight was obsessive. Streams of pink were flowing, pure pink- it was the highest degree of craving, an addiction. The nerves were pulling. The limbs became weak. It was difficult to stand. There was a strange sensation all over the body. Down the throat traveled the fragrance and the taste.
Next came blue. Brightest blue. Illuminated blue. Strange bright blue. Hypnotic light it brought. It traveled up the brain, spread all over the head and left me numb. There was absolute silence all over. All the commotion, all the clatter, all the violence, all the disappointment, all the sadness was answered for.
And then the fingers went cold. Memories were haunting. Memories of possession. The object of desire. All the golden moments shared, it was obsessive. I craved for it, I couldn’t live without it. There was great discomfort without it, restlessness, the heart was pulling. Right from the centre, the core, the hub, there was something that was coming out. An obsession, a wanting, a craving.
Experiencing it with closed eyes, waves of pleasure traveled right out of the body, great pleasure, and immense pleasure. I went out of consciousness. I dreamt. I was flying across the blackest black backdrop. And then I saw the colors. All the bright colors, the sweet sounds, and the taste- unforgettable. The experience was inexplicable. I was in paradise.
I could see the four walls when I opened my eyes, I could see the forest, the green forest, the paradise when I closed my eyes. I was lying down on solid ground and then it became liquid. I was slowly sinking down this thick viscous liquid. I went deeper and deeper still. I closed my eyes and remained. It was not fast, it was not disturbing, and there was no hurry. Slowly we went, gently. It was greatly comforting. I was forgetting. I was forgetting all the sadness, all the disappointment, all those failures, all the problems. I was slowly sinking in the sea, the thick sea. The liquid flowed gently over me. I lost sight. It was all dark. The aura was no more. Next I lost the smell, the aroma was no more. Next I lost my ears. I could not hear the liquid flow over me. I must have lost taste. Then I lost the sense of touch. No more feel of the sea. It was all silent. No motion, no commotion. It was all over. Just thoughts remained- thoughts of satisfaction, of happiness, of contentment. The object of desire. The idea of possessing it. The obsession it brought- the craving. It was all over.
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