Love and the Taj Mahal

I have written about the Taj Mahal before, and true to its nature, I can't help losing myself in the splendor of it's majesty. Like love and the desert flower that blooms only once every 3600 years, it carries with it the gamut of human experience as seen from its very best point of view. Like a pearl in the desert it embraces an inner beauty.

To me the Taj stands as an edifice. A symbol to beauty and love at it's most glorious divine, a shrine to life and why it's worth living it well, and a shimmering example of the value beget through the choices we share on our journey. A physical manifestation of the love that it quintessentially portrays.

It began as the story of a boy who was destined to be king, the King of the World, the captivating beauty of love at first site, and the Kingdom it changed in it's grace. There are those that will tell how the King and his Consort would spend all of their days in sharing merriment with the court.

Of how their happiness endeared everything they embraced in their delight, and how their relation enthralled the wonder of love that gave birth to the Taj, the epitaph he built in her name.

A temple of stone he constructed to stand as testament to his stone cold heart, bejewelled in majesty and splendor as a monument of the lifetime they shared.

It is written that he paid for the building with the blood of his people. Blood that his people offered in gratitude for sharing the resonance, and witnessing the wonder and awe of their relation. Blood that you can still see in the carpets that flow on the floor of its cold marble halls. 

He laid out the building and grounds as a mathematical representation of the universe they shared, and designed it to scale so that the feeling of awe when you enter the reflect the feeling he felt in her presence. He adorned it with the same oplance and beauty they shared in their life, and scaled it to reflect the vast emptiness left in his heart at her loss.

Everything painstakingly true to the sense and science they loved to explore, From the eternal nature of beauty that they adored in each other to their love of relation, the delight of their sensory indulgence, and the abandon they created in the glorious confluence of their fabled union.

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Zonkiboy said…
Strange the way that wisdom resonate in all and the strangest of ways...

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