Wings are lightened
Belligerence kept away
Now, before bed, had a strong beer with my pal ahead, standing on a chill Sat morning(at 5am), on his last day in office. We gulp down a few good ounces along with the memoirs, The dawn looked so beautiful with a high on our head. We talked about making money, changing jobs, buying lands which finally boiled down to living life. Finally the dawn took over us, birds flying over our head on the first streak of suns ray. People jogging around to ensure they dont die of a heart attack today. When I dropped him at his home and got back home, the biggest relief I had was the fact that I could empty my bladder which was filled with barley.
If I could only empty my ideas on living, I would probably live properly.
Life needs only your involvement. Its a place of zero rules. While a great mass is heaved to ground, turned to dust, the same is born again in wombs and branches. Life's beset with life and nothing else.
Sometime one doesnt believe what he sees and hear. He wont believe in any sensations. He simply trusts his feelings and shuts his eyes, ears and sensations. Even when he is falling he simply places his trusts on this deep feeling. Its a prayer.
Is it worth to die for things which dies off?
When one dies to the every day desires
Isnt death and living ONE?
The other day a friend asked me: Can you look at the world as though you are seeing it for the first time, hearing its sounds and sensing its smells for the first time? Like the newborn opening up its five senses to its surroundings? Without searching for words in one language or the other to represent what you see, hear, smell, taste or experience by sense of touch so that you can store it up in your memory? Without naming anything to reduce the real into symbols? Allowing the whole of it to flood into you? Just try it. Its a wonderful experience.
Saw this post on one of the comments on my uncles poem. Find it perfect today, everyday...
Topple and rumble, spine o mine
Dust and filth, eyes o mine
Rattle and honk, ears o mine
Wobble like a drunkard
Body o mine