Would you wonder if aspiration lives in other animated beings?
Does anyone go lame or mute because they cannot imagine it?
How do simple forms aspire, where does aspiration stem from?
Did it come out cold from the waters, till then, was life was only meant
for silent design? How have we evolved in a premature burst
so suddenly over a mere century; and our intelligence has gotten
even beyond our own! I remember, even in the nineteen seventies
In India, and Mumbai, there was so little ambition but a simplicity
to structure life to a non-invasive materialism. My native Goa, was full of sleepy villages,
not even awoken to electricity amid lamps throwing shadows, and nightly
starlight, with wells a little distance away, its constituents to be borne in clay pots.
In that simple-mindedness, I grew up not knowing my aspirations, I just took myself for granted
and so, my career, profession, yet I knew the deeper soul-meaning in being duty-bound
But I still had a robust appetite both for food and food for thought in my growing years!
How did, since, I manage my explicit poverty through life, but engineered an implicit wealth of duty!
We celebrate a carnival of life, if there is a flurry of forward activity
When did I realise my patience and forbearance was my activity, just like it never stood out,
but was omnipresently felt? I have been listening to myself, deeper voices
from a universe turned from outside, within. As if all the matter and non-matter
everywhere lay like replicated or symbiotic cells within my soul. Such that were burning my sensibilities with flames that caused me
pain and yet kept me persevering! At this juncture of my life, I am past 61, and
I have no notion of when or if everything will ever fall in place?! If it can be, if it only can be
absent from being encumbered and manipulated by evil forces! I may just be able to repose in a little minuteness of equanimity!
montes-musings.blog 