…I have to start it from the middle for I am in the middle of a summer day, scorching and burning. There is no place to hide, no shade to fide. I reason out it to be cauterization for I have been bitten by many poisonous beasts. When everyone waits for sunshine I wait for the night time, the dark and cold sky. I sleep in the desert sand and the heat never leaves even after the sun goes down, the surface is chilled by the moonshine but the heart of the desert still fumes with heat. I am just a poor pupa in conjuncture to develop into a butterfly. The soul is caught inside the body making it difficult to fly and reach its astral home. There is no space for my soul to twist and turn inside the body I was caught in. And the soul lacks the ability to tear open the body to fly and reach heaven. The abode, the haven is what it looks like but it feels like a prison; caught behind the bars. It is all nonsense: the dogmas, the righteousness, and the rules of culturally correct life. It is all cynical. Everything here is only a mirage wherein the water you see is untrue but the mirage is true.
What am I writing! I started it somewhere and just like my life
the context moved into a different direction.
Words! O words! You are my last abode, betray not me please. Thousands
of word runs in my brain and I could feel them in my fingers but the mind
interrupts to make mistake in the spellings and I pronounce it wrong. I have clumsy thoughts, mystic thinking and
dusty memories; I have dumped them all in a corner of my brain but when the new
thoughts comes it still stinks with the older dumps from the corner. What a stupendous, stupefied, astonishing but
wasted design!
Nothing makes sense, the context above, the
sleep, the waking up, the walk and run, the work and job, the money and savings
nothing makes sense. The soul knows the
universe is just one soul and the images we see are only the fast and slow
accelerating cells. There is no you and me, there is only I and that is only
one I, everyone is one I. Of course all those crap enlightening stuffs of reality of the universe is known to the soul and the soul tries to teach the mind
and brain but the cognizant is so dark and dusty that the mirror just cannot not be
wiped clean to show the reality.
It is hard to distinguish the truth and
falsehood, the real and fake for everything is in juxtaposition. Let the universal soul, some day, rest in
peace!
