One realizes the presence of a presence more when it's absent than when it was present.
One realizes the smoothness and the comfort of one's own bed when lying in some other bed far from one's own bed. One feels the beauty of being at home, the pleasure of returning back to one's sweet home when it is still afar and never when one is occupying and comfortably placed inside it. One fails to realize the euphoria of oneness when one.
I am in such a state these days.
There is a space behind me that was filled with a presence just a couple of day before, in time. There is a time behind me that was filled with a presence just a couple of day before, in space. And at this very moment I am realizing the beauty of that space in time, the beauty of those moments in this very space behind me, now so empty.
This emptiness is inside me and I am inside it.
This realization is beautiful despite all the longings.






