'sometimes meeting a miniature death
is so needed...
like now...
am i not dying
seeing this beauty of the Sun?
again so pinkish round...
soon He would be an orange ball
and after that He would be all melting Gold...'
he thought thinking and smiling
And praying too...
within...
a prayer always ringing...
a prayer...
'as long as the dawn breaks
with Him
so soft and gay...
and pink all over the blue...
as long as the moon in her silver shines...
as long as the birds sing in a chorus...
as long as i am dying a death
and getting rebirth...
as long as He with all His perennial splendour wash me with heavenly delight...
as long as i am making journeys...
there is no turning back
from loving more
and dying....every day
and living this life
before Another sets in...'
he made a promise...
like that he made last evening...
soon after the burnout...
kneeling before Him
standing straight
staring at his childish state...
sweating profusely...
(meeting insecurity to the extreme
only to get more
of Faith and Security...that's burnout
or Christ...once
the architect had him told
at a training session...)
because of the adrenaline
that swept him through
he was sweating no doubt...
yet in a super controlled manner...
that whole thing happened...
cause Burn out demands Control
on one
And one's horse...
loving the horse...
loving the flank of the road...
a bridge's stretched wing...
very very close
to death
staring at God
of death
and loving Him the same
like Loving Aphrodite
or Cupid...
it requires Controlled rush
of Love...Faith ...
and adrenaline...
over clutch...
over accelerator...
and yet tight noose
on speed...
like running full throttle
yet not flying off...
keeping the horse tamed
down...
and taming one too...
knowing death is watching one...
kissing one...
'bravo...'
the architect had smiled then
when after some cycles
he looked at Him...
for His sign...
He the Silent had
only signalled to stop...
people were gathering...
and he was not a showman...
'Now...
the Christ? '
he had asked...
willing...
as he bowed...
'what about...
putting doing Christ
into a regular practice?
like...
doing half Christ
whenever you pray...
to Him?
whenever you are riding i mean...
even in the urban motorised contamination...
even while running to work
and coming back...
and a Christ proper
Only when you are uninhabited...
like making journeys through a highway...
or
passing by a temple...
a mosque...
a church...
or
a grave yard...
a school...
a library...'
He suggested...
smiling...
'that would mean
i would be standing on the horse
all through...
that you mean...are not you?'
he had asked...
'no...only when you are uninhabited...
i told you...'
'what about including one more place...
like Your House?'
he asked...smiling...
He looked at him
fixed
'i might be sleeping...'
'still ...'
'you better not include me...
i am your friend
and so
i need no that kind
of obeisance...'
He had stated then...
Now...
looking at the Sunrise
thinking of all these...
a journey made last evening
and meeting death
and getting kissed by Him...
and now again dying and living the same...
thinking pink deep...
Love...
Isabel...
the Helios...
he smiled...
blessed...
'i need to do a Full Christ...right now...'
he thought
walking fast
to his blue blue horse
resting a bit...
after all
the horse had been also doing
what he had been practising...
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