Corporate X War (Primitive Working Models)

This is the future of Human War Evolution:

As the situation has changed dramatically with the passage of time - humans have become 'more peaceful, even amicable living together while striving to acquire most of the common resources for themselves only'

This is the start of a new kind of war, not seen every before. 
Wars happen over Land and fuel. Resources which are for everyone's use. Not just one. 

So now we do not have kings or kingdoms, and countries as such cannot come up with some sort of pathetic right of patriotism - for we are now living in times of peace - to keep the peace - the war must be raged also in peace. 

This is the start of capitalism and Corporations - organizations/ bunch of assholes who sit together all day long and strategize how to be mean to their fellow man/woman. They sit and brew in hate and contempt - for profit and growth is their life, for bottom line and cost cutting becomes prime - to win this war, to show that they are better and of course more entitled to win over the resources of mother earth! The war has begun....

So now its not nations and men fighting for idealism or defending people against mad men (for now everyone is a mad person!). Now its companies, sitting in buildings - their corporate offices - where they sit and think of how to cut costs to run the other into the ground, cause distress to their fellow man. To provide the invisible 'Consumer' with the best (which is rarely the case). It is to con the common man, destroy the opposition, make the greatest profit, and run endlessly for some fallen notion - saying that this is the way.
(Look; this is actually what most of our work is, we get reward and recognition for getting more profits for our company - not for being smart, sincere, a nice person, a concerned soul, a genuine person, an empathetic person)

So now you are a general or a commander (only the designations have become more; refined is it?) based on how many years you slogged with your troupes, how many 'battles' and quarters of months you ended winning for your company or what not. 
The only thing which has gone wrong in this primitive sad ass model is that - there is no real loyalty or faith to your organization/company what not. So not only the war has become more sissy for a bunch of yuppies - it has also no real emotions behind it. People now just skip companies over and over like a whore show. They do not care for any vision/mission that the corporate bastard groups are trying to achieve in the first place. This feels kind of justified - the companies invest in their so called troupes - paying them, training them, making them rewarded - and yet this primitive 'working' model does not even provide the basic intangible efficacy of loyalty! What a pitiful state of doing things. 

So I know of people who have worked some 20 years in one company destroying their competitors - and then switching over to the competitor and now destroying their original organizations so called benefits/products/services, and I ask myself this - what kind of gain is this - either for the individual or these warring asshole companies!? Maybe some one else can tell. 

I have learnt this quote from some famous asshole but it makes sense - ' Any working model cannot be quit unless a better model is provided'. So to remove something like this plague would require another working model (far less destructive than a plague perhaps). A far more efficient one as well. 

So why has this model survived thus far - I will start with that first - the model is decently efficient in speeding up processes to reach goal (of course personal motivation of some sort of gain works well ). But the real reason it is so lucrative is cause it gives the workers some false sense of freedom! Is it not so - we have freedom to work only for ourselves - and yes that is all we spend all our lives at work doing, trying to better our personal gain. 

So this working model has to be changed to a uni world order (later to a no order - no corporation - no nothing, as I am of the firm belief - we do not read . I am not against companies - I am against competition - which wastes much of time not on better innovation (as we are made to believe - which is crap/bullshit). The sense of war has to be removed from every facet of our lives. Of competition bettering us - this mentality is flawed just like asshole Darwin's fucking focus on it. Competition only increases the individual ego instincts; which is counter productive. 
What we require is to compete against our thoughts and individual impulses - working together for whatever we do. 
Hence innovation works better in collaboration. So does profit (for your information). Hence a single world order company for making us our hedonistic capitalistic shit (shit which we really do not need) for each product/service would suffice? I believe so. This model also gives personal freedom (yes it could be argued that this freedom would be lost for entrepreneurs - but as long as entrepreneurs are not just working for personal gain - then their ideas would be empowered and appreciated a lot more through single working domains than fending it out till getting crucified and recognized? Is it not?) 
No it wouldn't? How could it? When we have survived on this notion for so long right? Would it not become corrupt or lazy. Will it not give us the worst and at the highest cost?
How could it, when the world's citizens are together in making it, How can it; when the people who are making the service/product what not are the ones at the end of the day consuming it?
How will it, if we cut out the greed, need and apathy so associated with us working day to day and getting left out in the open by night to fend for ourselves - all thanks to the corporate wars taking place within and without

Peace
As always - working models primitive or otherwise have to be revisited and re looked - and encouraging ideas to improve them or dissolve are always entertained. Would love to hear from our free and assumed free lot to give inputs to change the world paradigms for better more peaceful days to come!

Insights into a Better Life

For a long and wholesome life, somethings must be kept in balance within and outside of our bodies. Some kind of relief brought along with our rigid and stress ridden lives..
We can take insights from our lineage of ancestors who have tried learning the secrets to eternal youth and vigor. Some things which I consider worth while are:
1. Breathing is key to natural wholesome life, our breaths going right inside to every pour and seeping our selves with energy. The entire body and mind gets uplifted with the in breathe and gets energy filled with the out breathe.
2. Walking is key to memory; taking steps at regular intervals and keeping a balance between speed, intention and enjoying the process of walking. Taking long breadths and walking slowly and intent fully is key to a complete life.
3. You cannot escape what is coming for you; you are the decider of your fate and you have already chosen it; over and over. You want to quit choosing then develop dispassion, and leave things to themselves. No energy poured into creating your future, You remain always in the present
4. Must keep your body active, your mind refreshed and your spirit renewed. I wont describe the explanation, for these things can be understood by everyone at their level.
5. Honor and revere your parents and your teachers, These are thankless roles and what they do can sometimes be never be done by anyone else; They mould you an can teach you more than you or I could imagine.
6. Spend time creating abstract dreams and then apply your will to implement them in real life, its a tough deal but its the easiest we get in our life. Life is a beautiful plan by the creator, the force of reckoning. And now its up to us; to create what we may, to glorify and exude the sense of realism, the sense of eternal timeless life!
7. Know thyself. Its the only thing which has or will matter, IT is the concern of the hour, embarking on the journey of self discovery; all mental masks torn and facade revealed. The weakness is now converted to a source of inner strength, the will becoming strong molded from the sense of I within all of us.
8. This is not a moral issue, but remain truthful to yourself, your friends and close ones. Effects of these would be the improvement of positivity and removal of all sources of depression. You will become a saint and your words will become nectarous truth to all of us who share this common blanket of reality.
9. Reset die and restart, the process is never ending and only intermittently broken by a source called 'death' or rebirth. Remove the jargon, feel the pulse of the energy pouring within everywhere. This is you. This is me.
10. Listen to music, different forms of melody just reflecting like how this life ought to be.

Peace and Love.
Happy Winter Navratri~2010

Living in the Womb

The rusk and grain separate you and the pain.

In the desert sand, the rattler shakes like mad.

Who will win you over? Judas or Mary Jane; one mans misery is another mans gain

Defiling and spreading, slowly turning (vermin). Becoming nothing again and again and again.

Sit down; stand up, enjoy the glass of wine sans singer sans song.

Slow down; pick up. Life is turmoil, chaos breeding mistrust.

Point fast, Shoot last. Pity there is no one to put me in my casket;

So sure? So surely you will come for the funeral. Pick up an end; bury one under the molten rain

Defy! Decide! Deicide!. Don’t doom yourself to this lie. I have become the ravenous hunger that I hope you surely despise.

Cross over and kiss oh so so slow. Oh how I bit off more than I could chew. But the ride is never ending. Sorry to tell you but you got a ticket love; for eternity

Two pennies for your eyes. For the ferryman to be bribed. Taking you over to the other shore. Where blood meets wine, wine meets lips, and those lips; they surely must go… get aboard!

Travel travails that must not last. The ferryman bores your dead real fast. Oh how the Styx overflows into the boat. Of gold and mildewed lava to burn my skin. Nothing favors sin like delicious sin.

Thrown overboard like a whore; croaked and choked and oh so bored. The god Anubis waiting for me at the door; Kiss the snake and guard the gate. Your end; was it worth the wait?

Its your birthday child of the damned. It’s your renewal to ancient love of the land. Your journey repels you to even try to think another one might be at hand.

Had enough of changing cloaks so soon; death and life and living in the womb. Over and over and over till the end. The end in sight and no end so right.

Would you hold my hands and walk with me/ The child flutters like a kite in spring summers glee. Oh wicked son of god; you entice me once more. That I be smitten by innocence and enter the world of addictive gore. I put my head down and sigh ‘Once more; No more; once more’

Look another one born, the child so complete yet so lovelorn. He is the master, he be very well the slave. He will grow up to be our savior. Before we once again bury him in his grave!

TEN MILLION DEAD

The quiet of morning dawn broken by vultures galore

Ten million and some more rotten to the core

Their bodies dumped by the vessel which brings more

The saga un ending un folds ever more

Dont ask names, Dont ask castes, Dont even ask why the seagulls laughed

They mock the human machine; spewing deathly hate across continents unseen

The dock built on human pains, the rotting corpses all bound and chained

For one to remain inhumane would be better than to remain here

For ten million are finally dead without a single care

They die of hunger, They die of remorse

They die of war and boredom ofcourse

I joined the boat and surely you will too

The seas are dark and spew sickly brew

Ten million and some more needed to fill the waste

That humanity has created to satisfy its expensive taste

Rogue rats jump out of the vessels carrying the carcasses decapitated along with their heads

Must be the first time in history that even death flees the dead

The name of religion and politics and land and caste ring a bell

Surely there must be some place worse than this fuckin hell (there isnt).

Ten million and some more waiting for their turn

To shed their belongings and take refuge in an urn

Though gifted with empathy and intellect

The misers run around amuck; to see whos branded the villain next..

There is no appeasing the belly of the beast

Who is never satisfied without a blood feast.

Ten million too small, blare the battle guns more

Push the button; drop the plump bomb, see how high it soars!

Its patriot and the priest left finally you see

Picking up the shovel to set you free

Ten million needed and some more...

To rid this earth of filthy whores

Some are found; some hide (in their mind)

But the weight of bodies rotting finally upturns the tides

Oh don’t be shy friends and foes

Lets catch the ride before the ferry doors close

Lets join emancipation, Lets become history...

Ten million and more again thrown vehemently (on the shore)

Oh the future looks bright & endless & colourful & nevermore!

Inconsequential

You ought to find out. You are nothing special. You are nothing unique or worth saving. You are the singing dancing hating laughing toilet of this universe. Your inventions and feelings mean nothing to the cosmos; not even to me, and I am here right next to you; holding your hands and telling you to kiss me. The world is false; and so are your perceptions. You are trash, stinking holding your shit inside proudly and running away from it the very moment it comes out of you. You are the epitome of the hypocrite
You shake your head and inside think you are smarter some how; from the rest of this universe. You are the product of carnal rage, you are a Neanderthal looking how to become grace?
Take a look inside; you are not anything worth anything, you shouldn't be here, you should not exist. Your purpose is non-existent, and you have no role to play in the larger scheme of anything. Living day to day in your mall existence, shopping for clothes cause you are so full of shame to even display your naked god given state.
You blame your destruction on god, take the praise for yourself. You ask for help when your world breaks down one brick at a time, and cruise in your car splashing muck at everyone when you are made.
Fuck you and your money, your time is uselessly wasted.. You are no good, creating work when there is no work to be done... killing nature cause you cant be free. You think armani is your savior, and Wall street is your church.
You will fall.. for you procreate without thought; You will be burned and crushed; decapitated and amputated; lobotomized and kept six feet under for the fate of our future race... Inconsequential just like the millions who died over and over, time again and again.. It is not tragic; It is inconsequential. Just like you; take another look at the mirror showing your pretty decked up face. See it one last time, and tear it apart with your fingers if you have any respect left for yourself.
I am guessing you will put on some more make up to hide the shake up which is NOT your life ever.

War is peace
No is Yes
and we are all free
-Tracy Chapman

Yearn

The heart cannot hold it in more, burst wide open like the fresh monsoon, the yearning for deeper love has absorbed me, whispering hypnotic reverie in thine ears; something present between 'us' gives away and the infinite comes pouring through.
Waves after waves seep into the bone; the sufi has arisen.. to walk desert and plain; mountain and seas in search for the nothing which too is a part of his love. My Love, Your love....
Every moment of waking and sleeping spent in muttering your name with love, incessant; without respite, All my being in a trance at your existence, what to speak of suffering, it is but an ugly illusion, every living moment spent contemplating on your true-being. I am bathed in bliss over and over again.
Youth of the body comes and goes, but what to say of the heart; some are born dead, while others shudder at the very thought of it coming alive. It is not the same in this sufi's chest.... my heart beats like a trumpet, a call unto you. My breath  deeper and longer; being guided by the innermost recesses caressing and yearning for an union with you my beloved....
The mist becomes blinding, and the paths all fade away; The gods live forever but this mortal coil must too fade its course. The love in our bosoms yearns to become stronger and more vivid every single day; curse it not oh sufis of this day and age.... Become one with it and listen, you shall hear your love calling..... Once Nay! twice! Never, forever and ever and ever......
Bring your staff of faith hard on the ground; let the earth hear the roar of your heart.
Shower the petals so well chosen by you on your lover; never hasten, the moment re occurs with such ferociousness every single petal, every single time.
What use is your material reward my friends? What use of this magnificent body, this well chosen perfume, such adornments and the like? If you do not have all this give up for your lover?
Death would sting less if life chooses love for you..... and what if it doesnt.....
Then perhaps its wise to yearn until you choose love over death (by lack of love)
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Peace                                                                   Love                                                                    Thavam

Restruct Restart

Earth has been overburdened enough is the general feeling. A general feeling? Lets analyze this more carefully, the quantifiable amount of remorse, angst, distaste, hate, loathing, greed, jealousy, confusion, and such other colorful words which revolve around our minds, which keep us trapped in a frame is what a general feeling is.
Sure you go out with friends, have an ice cream and share a movie. The world is revolving just fine.. is it not? The deeper working of your mind surfaces just as easily. We cant stand so many people around us all the time/ the suck our energies up, as we suck up the planet to the core with that incessant need for more.
More fun, More frolic, More Joy, More carelessness, More love, and More More.
Well I aint no fool, and I wont be set aside when that grand plan for restruct and restart has been designed by mother nature. She has had enough; just more than ever could be possible. We waste her potential energy in the name of ELECTRICITY AND TRANSPORT and what not. what she has accumulated , we destroy. For the name of more.
See the case most recent, she has made us into pigs. Swines to be more precise. She is ; believe you me. humoring our plight. She gives us the disease which will hurt us most easily through the carrier which we need most. Air. Through the source which we all have become in this day and age. Swines. Fucking Swines

At times, I have had enough I tell you, there is no heart left in the minds of men anymore, no one looks and asks why? how? what? Why are we here, how will it all end, or begin? what is I? Then without these first hand knowledge of self, they go out into the world and think that there personality, and self (the very fucking lack of substance of a self) will protect them, and will actually help conquer them from the external brutal world.

I am for a large extent, a tribal at heart, a pre timed hippie. I have no use for people who being born into this world, loathe its very existance or think that because they are born into this grand world at this time, they still are so much smarter than something which has lasted for eons before them, which is so much wiser than they could ever be.
Look at it, you will look at a sunset and say what the fuck is so important about that, it happens everyday. You fucking live for 60 insignificant years and you would probably see some 100 sunsets in that time with due interest and you think you can see and feel and know the power of a sunset which has happened for eons before and after?
What is the wisdom in this. As a tribal, one understands that things are not always as they seem, that things are deeper and more consequential than they are shown out to be, more so in nature than anywhere else.
You look at what all can be your guru, teach you about the world because they have been there way longer perhaps than you. An animal, tree, the wind, the rock, the cave, the waterhole, the sky, the moon and sun, the night. They shadow. The fire. These are not insignificant, they are indeed life transforming.

In the old days, men and women used to sit near the fire. They calling themselves agnihotris, the worshipers of fire. They lived as if they could not be separated from that source, it used to show them the other side. The wisdom of silence and power derived from the flames.
And there is today, when we all like to fashion gucci bags with air masks, so we ought not to be certified that we are Swines.
Dont worry I say, mother nature shall make us all wallow in filth of our own mess to teach us that which is the truth.

Peace. (to none of the swines)

The ashes of the last sunset

The most profound of all times is upon me… as I feel that what I have been sent to do in this world will be dealt with in this time. This time the power which was so invisible to me shall be held forth to me. This is the time of reckoning and chance..

Sometimes life will demonstrate its most profound effects on you, and you shall be forced to learn. In silence, awe and the most beautiful of all sadness which there can be conceived. Of loss and pain, of misery and fleeting joy. Of life and also of the most reverential death.

Grand will be this play which will be on you. You who are free as the night breeze.. will be made to swallow the whole.

You who will see the greatest of all plays.. the play of the mind.

And those who shall come out alive will be thankful and joyful, to have witnessed you own life’s, the last sunset. And you shall collect your own remains at the end of this time. This most crucifying of all ages… yes, you will collect your own remains. Your own ashes at the last sunset.

Chapters of No consequence ~

There have been times in my life when life holds a key to pass onto. This is when it will remind you that you must see its own worthlessness. Not so in words but in consequence. When you will conquer this teaching you will become the master of no chance and of no consequence

The similarities between the never ending chasm of births and deaths and to immortality is that both lie in a strange chance and the following consequence.

Either you will be born as a mad man ravaged by the earth and its fellow human beings, or you shall be born as a saint, ravaged and disturbed by none. These both are due to a chance and its consequence

In an autumn night I saw the black moon rise,

Rise above me and this sky. In awesome loneliness and in amazing piety

For the words that I speak in this world remember

There are no two swords. Only one.

There are no masters, then only slaves

This understanding which brings me to sobriety

On this beautiful autumn night sky.

Perhaps I have misjudged the mere profound work being written here. This is not an hour or a days escapade.

This is a life time of dedication of simple work. Work rooted in knowledge of the fore coming of ones own demise. This is not poetic language. This is mere simple practicality which brings me to this conclusion. I kid you not. And what brought me to this juncture is but chance and its consequence.

Peace is a concept so dead in you and I. The stench of its decay smells euphoric to us. The dual is so alive in you and I. That we could never become one.

Why?

Seek your answers in the ashes of this last sunset of our planet, of our minds, of our hearts so long drowned.

Anarchism 101

The more a man becomes aware, through reflection, of his servile condition, the more indignant he becomes, the more the anarchist spirit of freedom, determination and action waxes inside him. That is true of every individual, man or woman, even though they may never have heard of the word "anarchism" before

-The ABC of Revolutionary Anarchist.

Anarchy means without rulers. This is the same as Swami, in Sanskrit at least to me. Swami in simple terms means One

who is his own master. As in without the need of being told what to do, to live. This is a simple yet very difficult chore, In

a society where it is easy to find out through others how to do things, such as cope with depression or childbirth or suicide

and such. We can rely mostly on others to tell us most of the times what has to be done, why or why not something is

appropriate and such...

In truth, there are very few among us, who actually goto the in depth knitty gritty details of our every moment actions and

thoughts to find out what is appropriate for the individual. Mostly we take advice from TV, the Internet or even MNC's with their

bid to sell their own "unique" products. I believe in absolute conviction that one must take/undergo to try to make a life.

Please take a look at what I said, I didnt say with conviction one must make a living like everyone around you would make you

believe, but rather taking an onus to jump at the opportunity to Live.

Life is as one makes it, and if one chooses to take supposedly an easy path and take life for what others tell it is, then one has to at some

point be able to see that it is not bad to compromise. especially if one has done in the beginning itself for choosing what

their individual definition of life ought to have been.

It takes almost the entire breathing life cycle for most to find out what life or what aspect of this continuity called life they

choose to embrace and be a part of. become a breathing part of. It is as if we are born alien to life, and we search and grope

in the dark until we see that one single thing, that entity, being which we can embrace and enjoy as Life.

But I see the truth as quite separate, yes we might be born alien to life and we might have had to make those attempts

to define ourselves and what life is, but we do not have to grope in the dark. Never.. for Life is all around us, it is up to us

to see that whatever we choose to embrace, how much ever , how much ever less.. all is a part of the grand show called Life.

Anarchy has been very dear to me, An institution is fabulous as long as it imparts gently the knowledge of whoever has established it

for the propagation of Life itself. But seriously if anyone looks around in this world, we would see that an institution is the norm

as in people are afraid, mortally troubled to step out of institutions and into the unknown. The logical conclusion that most

idiots thrust upon me is the institution itself has taken so long to develop the particular facet of knowledge or life its trying to teach,

it would be ruinous not to be a part of it. Institutions such as social ceremonies, educational foundations, career and life choices and even

sex and death related customs or taboos and such.

What I always look to and think is, if the institutions or a way to inventorize something of the human realm is present, sure it is easy and perhaps

advantageous to take part of it, but these too had developed, had been created. What makes these institutions more in a position to

teach what life is to me, than my very own quest for the same. Hence the feeling of anarchy, I do give credit and respect where it is deserved

but salvation indeed is personal, it is not a mass or a group phenomenon, Living and Life is individual too, that is why the whole of

human race is not knitted together like Siamese brothers and sisters. We are to seek and struggle and finally liberate, all credit to ourselves

cause no other credit to anything or one would justify Life.

Nature of the Word

I am interested in how words and anthropology are related to some extent. The first or root words have directly expressed an idea, so that this creative willed idea, can be transmitted from one to another. Born out of sheer imagination/reality the nature of the word is an intriguing study.

In Sanskrit the word for nature is, Prakriti. Literally it means the thing which is present, one which is present without cause, out of sheer will. In Chinese the meaning of the word nature means that which happens or Is by itself. The process of recognizing nature and ones nature hence largely requires that one give up assumed control in the first place. 

As one loses control, this imaginary whip. One becomes a part of the larger whole. Indeed a gifted experience with nature in full colors can induce this condition. I feel that when one is in prakriti if one acts as one is. Meaning without schizophrenic self will working with an idea of the world instilled, meaning losing the definition of the world as one has learnt or tried to imagine and rather let the moment of now itself show what nature and indeed ones nature is all about. 

This is what all the religions, philosophies and societies have tried to pursue to some degree on another. When one is broken from the path of Nature and surviving with Nature. Then it is indeed a further broken road to damnation. 

Nature has a will like each and every single part and being of nature has a further micro will. Will, I mean is the ability to create, as one pleases. When the collective will of nature if there is such a thing works, then it works for the evolution of its entire collective. If one breaks and tries to evolve separately then one is bound to perish. 

The natural way is to spiritually mentally and physically evolve. Natures will is bent such, when men and women like me try to break away and will our own worlds, create our own imagined evolution, then what will happen is any ones guess. As today's worlds demonstrates to me at various times.

Death is also natural. It is present. It is part and parcel of prakriti. When one dies the energy remains and it is transmuted to another. Reincarnation is something of such sorts. It happens, and it happens by itself. To lose ones control, and accept death and life as our will. This is the most natural way of evolution. 

I of course in my own poetic way believe this evolution is sheer play. A whim. A grand Love. What else can I look and be with nature and imagine? or create? or trust ?

Peace and love to All. 

The Musing: Tara Thy Grace!

Part IV The Snowflakes of Eternity; The never before seen Winter: The Night

Amongst Shadows so soft ;we find ourselves…

We walk on the edges of losing ourselves, Night is clear. The moon is complete and rests placid in the great blue sky. She in her drunken beauty shrouds any and all in the sky. She lies in the violent seas on the western coast. As we watch together; Her alter self (her reflection) moves like a brazen belly dancer on the ripples so ferocious. All in passion pulled to the sky. The waves cry in separation;

I too feel ripples from within myself, as I am pulled to the luna who rests so calm on my shoulders. So free; dreaming and dreaming sweet. In this moment amongst shadows so soft… we find ourselves as one.

Suddenly tara; you get up; whispering in my ear… ‘So Love, you think You have understood what it is that is Mine? …. ‘

There is a little wicked smile on your childlike face, and you turn and run on the shore away, The moon up makes for light and shadow to play like puppets on your body.

You glisten.

You effortlessly delight.

You run on the waves drenching your feet

Cool sea breeze grips me tight

Your hair dazzles

as you run out of my sight.

There is a cove here on this virgin beach. You have come here since your childhood. Seeking to be alone away from the slight of hand which makes the world so cruel. So needless and so artificial.

You kept your mercy here. Safe. You kept your self hidden here (so I imagine). But as I move forward. I choose to know more. I choose to see more.

I walk towards your inner recess of peace seeing but your footprints in the sand. You are no where to be seen.

There is a sound soothing inside. Enough moonlight to see in moments which matter

You play a conch soft. You make it sing. It makes me dive deep.

You put it aside; and you speak ‘There can be but one sound; one moment; one choice on a night such as this. One moon; One cove; One shore; One great bountiful core… There is not enough space for two love. There is not enough space for two’

I sit embracing you. You embraced a fool; a servant of thine. Effortless it is now to me. Tara seems undivided. Tara is whole. You have reminded the world of an outpouring of a moment. You have reminded me of the outpouring of innocence. Of One great Love.

The High Tide reaches peak tonight. The water enters the cove; comes closer to our bodies inter twined; immerses us completely. Shakes us ; drowns us.

But we are already immersed.

In an outpouring of infinite Light. Of unity which immerses itself. 

The Musing : Tara my Saviour!

Part III Silent Prayers of Changing Autumn: The Evening / Twilight

Life is at great stretches

Series of nothingness repeated

Moments of celebration

Bestow wisdom; love

Moments such as these

Can never return; never be

Be like a distant dream

Faltering and falling

Finding a center within thee

These silent prayers of autumn

Have shown me your vision, it seems.

The sunset at the distant corners make the great desert more haunting; the entire solemn land of Girnar wears ochre robes. Sitting on small hilltop, contemplating the shape shift of the sand dunes. Once so great now reduced once more to sand. Once more to be risen near the sky. Changes within myself such it is. Everything is broken and dancing in flames! But my center has remained constant. Never shape shifted. Only grown without limits..

The love which I hold for you in the palm of my hand is like sand. Worth nothing in this world. But it shines from one mesmerizing silicon crystal to the next.

At the distance I hear drums. As twilight grows. The beats become closer. They are the sound of my heart beating. Beating oh my love for thee. No one else could there be. Words dumbfound. Thoughts repeat. But my being grows ever more in your presence,  In your silence oh goddess, savior of my broken soul; wind of the desert unbound. Thou, who keeps this servant at her feet!

The trumpets and beats peak. The echo in my soul. Hand grips my shoulder firm. Before I look around you are in front. Is this a mirage? Water to the dying man. The great life teasing at a mans last moment in separation for eternity??

Most profound as I drop to my knees and I notice the enigma of your golden center. thy navel. The center of the world as wise speak. As the winds howl all around us. We are caught inside a whirlpool. And your body trembles ever so lightly. Every so gently as the stars on your navel come alive. Most profound I must say!

The sand covers our bodies intertwined. Kept alive in this twilight moment. Your gentle vision peaks to the skies above and Lo! You make me feel alive. You spread your wings angel. But I wont let you go, not this time. Not this time.

A higher Love.

A gentle touch,

Spreads to dissolve me.

Somewhere in this cosmos we are put

But we are put exactly where we need to be. We choose to be!

Tender kiss of my lover. A Love which keeps eternity .

Saints, Your redemption is stolen

She lies beside me, held in my hands. In each and every speck of this holy sand!

We need not speak. We need not think. Apart

We are one. In purity. In laughter. In a stolen glance. In darkness. In shining Jyoti.

 Timeless is this play; Timeless partners in this play. Left alone and we try to stray.. So I pour wine down your neck ; caress your back, it leaves me with more to crave. No need for satisfaction today. I choose/want/need/demand for more of you as twilight is complete. Glistening Night comes our way.

The black night comes our way. Leaving us together; alone.  (finally it making sense)

Warning : All inhibitions which bind are to kept at bay…

The Musing : Tara my Redemption!

Part II Cruel summer of Desire & Longing: The Afternoon

Found nothing. Lost everything. The illusions of separation keeps me drinking ever more. The wine. The salt in my tears.

My shrine of hope is amidst fields of gold. If you are to ever glimpse a sight of endlessness; come, come to the refuge of the world. Tara pith. The infinity residing here in these fields would engulf. The unison in which each grain moves with wind; The entire world quakes. The earth shakes here.

Dancers lose themselves within dance. I realized that this was true. When the dance of compassion oh Tara; was You!

Their beneath the great banyan I saw you. I knew you. My heart was yours. It never was parted. Dressed in deep red of desire; of passion. I saw your blossoming. Moving slowly under the shade you kindly gave no heed to externals. You kindly gave your sight to me!

It seemed to me as if the entire fields were dancing with you. They were dancing for you!

In this holy hour. In this holy instant. What is that boon you wish for? The gods asked.

‘There is nothing I can ask for at such a moment. All that could be done was to be thankful’

And then you looked at me; twice in so many eons. With a gentle hand uplifted you called one to one.

With the ears adorning sweet diamonds. Your hair open; wild; covered by the flowers that the gods showered seeing you child. Your eyes open gazing; not searching. Calm and on Fire! Like the sun above. Even the sun seemed to have given itself wholly to you… Petals fell where your bare feet graced. How I would die to be at your feet. How I could never foresee my redemption. A thing of certainty to come.

A pearl adorned your neck as it gently lay between your swaying breasts. Moving hypnotic. It held me in a trance. It held me in rapture… It blew me away.

Your dance oh so ever slow. So ever seductive for all of life itself. You would have me torn and mended. You are the way. You are the life.

Your lips parted for the first time; spoke with the melody of the lord as he plays the flute. It blew me away.

In an instant we were racing down fields, past them without care; they parted where we were to be; We raced like little children, laughing innocently. Our hearts raced. Our bodies pulsed with life. We left the wind behind. Left the world aside; and a kiss amongst the fields of gold that even intensity could not define. That kiss which brought me back alive.

In an instant the great banyan found me, I was standing alone under its immense shade. No sight of what had been. I stood mesmerized; that dreams could be so cruel too. Could light be snatched away from innocence so swift!

Finding petals under my feet. Fresh in desire. Fresh in their longing. I sit down and smile innocent. All my life’s culmination are for this my love. The moment where you and I shared that golden kiss.

False Notions of Life

How is death different from a person who has no eyes, is deaf and dumb and has no sense of touch, is he even alive if we call life as what the brain interprets when the senses are utilized, then that would be not my definition of life.

The story unfolds as this , one day the omniscient Is was present sitting around in bliss and suddenly it thought that it had to experience itself, to feel how blissful and how the is actually is! So it created individual self’s of itself like breaking itself up into an infinite number of pieces, and these were called the individual souls, now they would go through the experience of separation, to be as if that they were separate from the is in the first place and that they had to get back to their home, the original is , what they did not realize was that the actual realization that they themselves were the Is. That was all that was required, the concept of Advaitya which Adi Sankara proclaimed (though the messenger was not quite as good as the concept but their doesn’t lie the point), the advaitists say that all is god and that is what we hear from our parents too when we are small , they tell us that God is everywhere, what a simple thought but so hard by the mind to visualize, this is partly because the brain thinks that different objects are fundamentally different because they are perceived by the mind as different, this is true now if the man I described with no senses, or all senses defective was to be present would be able to differentiate between anything and hence he would visualize as everything, this is obviously not the way of realization, but if you look at all different forms of yoga which were present in this world, it would be easy to conclude that all these different spiritual methods, were fundamentally leading to a stage when the mind starts seeing the unity, as if the differences are present in all inherent things and at the same time that all of them were simply same! This is advaitya, this is what bhakti yogis supposedly feel when they are in love with their deity, this is what true lovers feel when they are separate, they see the other in all and everywhere.

This is the Dichotomy which Is present in the world. At one point the mind feels and believes that all around the objects present are different , and at different time it believes that what is present complies to unity.

This is the final step before self-annihilation is complete,

The art of war is the fundamental philosophy required to live in the divine, it is construction through perpetual destruction, war is conflict, war requires the sense of duality for a war is not possible with ones own self. That is impossible, the ancient Indian philosophy of negation is present in the art of war. It negates everything in the world as not the self and hence you get to reject everything as not the self . this is similar to what the art of war is but not quite. The art of war is essential transmutation of the self 

Cross Roads

Negroids are dancing in flames

            Somehow making me laugh

            While the burnt embers are lowered to the pit

            Where they make our food,

           

            And we all look towards the sky ,

            To see the ashes fly away with awesome speed

            Its five in the morning and the sun is drowning in a pool of slime

           

            So shameful is the rhythm in my head, full of lust

            Cant hold onto the camels back for all of my life

            And somewhere in this desert, I shall feast on the ends of my life string.

           

            Friggin cross on the crossroads,

            Nailed to it are snails of the highest power,

            They in a twisted song sing

            ‘where would you walk to now, slow as us,

            u say that u will reach where we are, but the song is slowing you down , the rhyme is keeping you engaged, so what is there more than to get crucified.. just like us’

           

            No lines , only the dance, only the pace of madmen in the middle of the universe. So bewitching, jewels in the her hair. They are blinding me.

           

            Timeless are these worlds, pathless are the ways leading to them

            Somehow I belong to them . peaceful remembrance of our love torn between the ends of this war.

            And the cry of all of us, destitute and bastards in the middle of the creators sleep, it wakes her. Only to scourge us with the fires burning us to ashes, whilst our embers fly to the great white sky as the sun turns subterranean in the middle of the desert on this lonely forbidden cross-road. 

Cruelty & The Grave

          For birth steals us from our home of nothingness

            And death shall make us crumble to dust

            This life treats us like we were lepers in skin

            Only to rise and fall endlessly

           

             Lies and greed the futile order of this earth.

        Sometimes I feel like its not blessed to be here but it is to be cursed.

            For why is there such need for a goal when the beginning and end never appear.

            Why is there a need for hope when we know that it is us who will sooner or later disappear.

           

            The earth and the seas loathe what humanity is,

            For they are the murderers and sons of murderers. The ground now shall tremble in fury unknown, look to the east , the sun shall rage its fury too.

            The winds are united in bestial devestation,

            This is the way for our demise, our foreseen departure.

            Have you not counted on this to happen? Have you thought that you will be spared. The fires and the waters shall rise to engulf you in sweet death. You and your children are doomed. You and your lineage finished.

            This is the way of love and compassion . for the end should be sweet. The mother always kills ah so sweetly,

           

            The damned children walk aimlessly in paths of pain, and hoping that their greed will be the solution for their salvation.

            The armies march forth looking for great delight in victory in blood. I will lead you to your destiny and I will lead you to your graves.

            I am the king of blind fools, I am the king of lies. Follow me and I assure you that you will fall.

            Fall deep and as far as you want.

            And how much you want.,

            And how much you need.