don't lignore the beauty around..
everything in
nature is a
blessing. and a lesson.. a
breath-taking cohesion of art and music right before our eyes..
every moment of every day
The ethereal song of a cuckoo wakes me to share this beautiful morning..
And i see a pigeon craning its neck around in speedy succession.. Not wanting to miss even a flicker of the divine architecture in the sky. Even as i ineffectually try to share the experience through its eyes..
Watching in awe the changing colours of light race each other. with flocks of birds trying to keep up. sailing the wind in exhilarating dives..
Preening winged Children at play...
Carefree. Ecstatic. Chased closely by the parrots screaming in competitive excitement and cheer..
accidents are really unfortunate and mostly unintentional.. These lives are really precious.. every life is precious.. even the one committing the accident.. to 'live' with oneself.. and a mistake that is impossible to make amends for or explain away.. a spectre that haunts. a wound that festers. the scars never really healing.. no punishment restraining or erasing the demons of remorse...
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each time one drives |
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down roads lined by |
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slums on both sides.. |
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the heart stops at the |
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blatant carelessness |
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for a 'life' as you see |
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children run around, |
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bathe or sit on the |
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road itself.. Or Find |
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people sleeping on the |
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footpaths.. is life so |
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'cheap' that we can |
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continue to ignore it's |
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unnecessary and tragic |
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loss.. how has |
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humanity' immunized |
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Woke up to slivers of moonlight quietly surfing on waves.. forming a tempo of peace. Joining hands. melting into a dawn that streaks across the sky. forming pockets of light.
Igniting patterns that spark echoes of awe and wonder at these stupendous brush strokes.. Hoards of Dark clouds crowd around. Rushing to glimpse or hide.. Forming possessive walls of security. While the breeze dances over
The sea in rings of touched abandon.. A
choir of birds joyously keeping pace
with equal release.
Its dusk now and the clouds seem to be racing home as if In nostalgic need to reach the city outlined so
beautifully by the rose and blue in the sky. A lone star
seemingly their lighthouse..
Beckoning in spurts of alluring joy.. and the birds cheer in half asleep contented trill
Memories rewind to snippets of images in fading hues.. coloured with changing heart-brushes of time
be proud of yourself.. and have faith in who you are.. for each man is a mirror.. for each man holding the stones..
every minute we are told to 'complete' our past.. in order to really live'. and we don't let another human being do so.. we stand up in
censure. where did that come from? for where is the missing
'empathy' to stand up in support.. if we can look down on someone.. what stops us from looking up and commend the phenomenal effort it took to rise..
when we see a shadow, we always look around to see what is casting it.. still, nourishing the transient body, ignoring the immortal soul.. we continue to live in a world of illusion. hurting and healing in imaginary hells..
" none stops to comprehend.. what we 'hoard' so blatantly..
LOVE is the true Sign of any religion. and none no teacher can ever deny it.. even we, who study the scriptures, deeply and intensively, sometimes forget the boundaries that we ring around an Omnipresent God.
Limiting ° HIM in a handful of
pages and rituals. who is himself Omniscient. presuming to understand and comprehend
who is Omnifarious.. defending.
fighting over the Omnipotent
One.
can see a blush spreading in the sea reflecting the rose in the sky. The clouds undulating in sensual waves to the ethereal beats of a breeze. And a plaintive birdsong captures in words this divine melody. Not a flap nor a tweet.. As Nature watches in enraptured bliss... Silently compelling the sun to show its face..
Even as Flocks of pigeons sail across in manic salute to glimpses of orange robes unveiling on notes of bated surrender..
