Lucid Moments.

There are times that empower within me a certain lucidity of great magnificence, a feeling of physical and mental lightness that facilitates the ability to levitate higher than self thereby abandoning the heaviness that bogs us humans down to indefinite drudgery. And that is when in the most serendipitous of happenings, I am made to rendezvous with my muse; a communion that I always am craving to achieve at any time of the day. It is like a psychological or spiritual orgasm that culminates in fluid literary outburst. Such a spontaneous high-speed conduit is established that as soon as any thought or subject is painted on the canvas of mind, it is translated into its linguistic counterpart so instantaneously that I seem to always lose the control of the movement of the pen and the presence of someone else at the helm is felt no less than overpowering. It is to be thus remembered that spontaneity as much as it carries casualness is somewhere born in the depths of the heart and is therefore closest to being honest. Hence, I am forever grateful to such majestic times of immense featherly lightness and aspire to witness more of them in future because there is nothing else that makes “present” overwhelming to me other than these volatile yet expansive moments of ethereal lucidity.