Ode to Humanity

I am not a big fan of human kind, the version of life that in today’s day seems to be only focused upon itself. The day’s pass and humans do not even appreciate them being pinnacles of the force of all life on this planet. The sheer lack of awe in the accomplishment in subjugating the whole planet and killing themselves in the process is an act of brazen stupidity (is it not?)

I am indebted to this planet and its primate owners, for they have taught me that they will wish to kill everything so that they can feel something. That living in absolute pristine sacredness is not enough for them, for they need to create the profane to feel something for themselves (if only it is pity or apathy!)

There is dissonance of epic proportions in this race, they feel so lonely and they are unable to share a laugh or polite talk, they want business – to be able to get one up on each other so they would be the tallest monkey standing. When the end of days come, they all will kneel down just the same.

Should this not have taught this beautiful and introspective genetic complexity to become adapted to what helps itself? Apparently not, its easier to become ignorant and enforce it on every life form till it slowly fades away.

Of course I am a fan of technology, that is how my words will forever remain frozen on something which does not have feelings (A server in this case). A network of servers not exactly serving each other is humanities proudest creation indeed.

Be you a fan of the free democracy and such, I too enjoy the peace guns bring and that is the world of mutual deterrent. What a wonderful time to change things around we all silently pray?

I am not poking at something which is the pinnacle of humanity in whatever way you can imagine, whether it be awesome power to control his environment and using it for his luxury and creative inertia. But it is also a dwindling form, where the base or core of human values slip and are equal to nil. Lines blur and form changes form, but till we keep essence to its purity; there is no escaping bleak reality.

I am an optimist by heart, thinking that the beauty which children will learn while being amidst nature and learning the best of both human invention and natural selection. Freedom being what it is for each such form and co existence is a thing of the past. But I may not be right, and see what the human world has to offer - technological prisons and further plight. Where we may know a thousand selves of another all of them false and lies, and never really love another because of the distractions taking over and how!

Humanity has made it to the big league as the smallest player ever born. Not a morsel of grey matter or heart left and this is the final straw. Prove ourselves as masters of ourselves is the real test to the universe at large (which is focusing upon this reclusive planet and its idiotic crowd) - how we prove our mettle is left to our grandest version of ourselves of course.
Peace and Joy!

Circular Stillness

The atoms inside our bodies, they contain a central core and a peripheral node which endlessly revolves around in spiral 3 dimensional geometry.

It is almost like the minuscule parts which make the whole are engaging in a kind of still dance. Where the core is always soaking in what the outer realms are dancing endlessly for. Almost reminds me of a moth which is headed of a flame - the passion and love between them which is eternal and perennial.

The realization that we are all made of elements which are perpetually half in motion and rest half at rest also flows back to the kind of experience we all are having; restless mindless and mindful rested ecstasy. A combination of forgetful endless rotation around the things which hold our fancy and the remembrance which brings a core / center to us from where we see things with a 360 degree view.

When our own selves are made of this, what else can be said. There is beauty in both the particle rotating and the particle which is witnessing, and yes both of them make up the whole. When we start thinking we are one part, the other becomes neglected and the whole suffers.

In this circular revolution remains the key to liberation. It is almost as if all of existence is reverberating with the still and causal forces at play.
Of course let us not forget the beautiful core of our being exists both as matter and wave at the same time as well. Energy and physicality enduring side by side as still and motion and we are the entire existence within each cell of one endless being with and without form!

Om NamaCivaya ~!~

Peace and Joy

Shamanistic Saviors

A lonesome forest to the prying eyes holds the dearest secrets of the inner worlds. Not everyone knows what is going on other than those who still their attention accordingly.

The lone hilltop holding secrets from bygone times, where ancient men walked and helped those in need without any ask in return. The secret nature of divination which had its roots in pure experience of the super consciousness abound.

Lo! Behold a broken down entrance to a cave nearby the waterfall flooding it with pure transparent water. The cave is darker as you step inside and eyes take a while to get acclimatized. The floor is uneven and wet and so is the roof (filled with ancient stalagmites). The entrance into the inner world (literally and metaphorically)

The shaman howls a gentle weep and sends echoes down the cave structure, the howls spread through and echo back from and into the void. (There is no one to hear and no one to speak in the depths of this darkness)

There is discreet song and melancholy in dance, a long moment of silent admiration of everything around. The rain pitter patters on the tree tops and then slides from the leaves onto our faces. As we set the direction inwards towards the underworld within and without.
What bewitching sorcery is this, the cave expands as we descend further into darkness. There are ways which it mends, ebbs and flows and sometimes we must retrace our steps to make headway deeper underground. Here there is solid ground (beneath our feet and supporting our minds) but there must be stronger resolve to break on through to the other side.
The mirror which is the water pool in this deep dark muddy and clearing at the same time. The world's are at opposite ends, can you see with your strong eye? The Shaman speaks this in my mind with the utmost irreverence.

Peace & Joy!