THE HUES OF THE HIMALAYA

Why is it so rare? Because the perfect tuning of oneself with the universe is rare. It is not to be designed; it has to happen as flowers come to the tree. Spring in real terms is when this happens. To get lost in one's surroundings is rather easy most of us manage to at least occasionally when we are fortunate to be in a beautiful landscape of quiet ambience of the dissolving kind. We are elated dreaming while being awake lost though firm on the ground happy despite all our woes and pains. But even in this state WE are very much there between the experience and the object providing it the bliss of being depends upon the state of being. However real bliss is when even this intermediary existence dissolves out and only the experience of bliss remains. This is when the senses are not needed to gather the experience the mind is not measuring it and the intellect is not qualifying and quantifying it. This is at the point where time and space not only coalesce but vanish!