Govinda

“No longer knowing whether time existed, whether this seeing had lasted a second or a century, no longer knowing whether a Siddhartha existed, or a Gautama, or I and Thou, wounded in his innermost as if by a godly arrow, whose wounding tasted sweet, enchanted and dissolved in his innermost, Govinda stood for a brief while, leaning over Siddhartha’s face, which he had just kissed, which had just been the setting of all formations, all Becoming, all Being.”

~Herman Hesse’s “Siddhartha”

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