Child

Whenever I see a beautiful child dancing or bubbling with joy, I say to myself this is saundarya lahiri. Waves of joyous beauty springing forth from a child's body. I try to understand what exactly is happening in there? I can never know. How can I know ? I am limited by my thinking.

I wonder, if its the same life expressing through his body and mine, I cannot be termed alive in the same sense as he is. By comparative standards yours truly is dead. or may be we can say, life is the very enemy of itself, the more u live the more u die. If you have lived more you are more dead. Perhaps this is the reason every one appreciates a child, the tender aliveness is nothing but the subtle truth I-am-available-to-life.