Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Roots

Felt like celebrating my stay of quarter of an century, on this beautiful planet.

Amidst the puppets in the play, watching the show again and again.
But that's the beauty. Does not stop me from making mistakes.
Just helps me laugh it over.

Along the daily life, similar situations, similar judgment?
What changes ? Gathering realizations along the way helps.

Few things linger though. Ignoring just hides them.
Experiences start the processes. Again.
They lie at the conclusion of the process.
Thats what brings them forth. Again.

What are you longing for, intensely, right now.
Does it stay or fall prey to time ?
You really want it, do you ?
Do you allow your dreams to come true ?
If they do where do you go?
What is the source of happiness ? Self ? Non-Self ?
What is it one should live for ?

Maybe awareness can be ignored.
Maybe you can ignore with awareness.
I do not know yet.

" Born some years ago, he led a good life.
A prosperous life with a lovely family.
Culturally enriched, Socially respected.
Spiritually developed, Religiously free.
Now he is no more. But he was a good guy. "

Is that all there is ?
I wonder.


Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Pink Haze

Can't get enough of Pink Floyd.
This avid music junkie, the gemini longing for change, whose compilation CD's play songs from Nirvana to B.B King, Black eyed peas to Norah Jones, the restless soul wasting time in his car searching for the right radio station that plays his songs, just gets stuck in the labyrinths of these haunting Floyd tunes.


" Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide, comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine ....

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me ..... "

Echoes - Pink Floyd



Sunday, June 04, 2006

Delusion

So much longing for what you cant have,
No longer the rush as it lies in your hand.

Something so important, sometimes a delusion,
Robs such a joy, muddles perception ...

A small taste of awareness.
- Sid