Do you know our measures of destiny
in seconds, minutes, hours, days
is no divination, but a simplification
of our material existence? How can
you be certain that you can measure
light as a photon is light and a dying
star is as heavy as a humongous crystal
in the sky? We are only children, where
our experience, educating us time and
again, that our old premises of understanding
were flawed and we have to unlearn them.
How do we then measure the education that
we impart to a new generation, that may disprove us later?
Education is like an anomaly in time, then!
Where should our beliefs lie, then? …in the
hardbound covers of dogmatic religion, such that we
are always blinded by it. I have only been
alive to believe that my Dharma is my Karma!
And I must seek advice from the mythology
that was not dreamed up by an ancestor,
but was revealed in the silent starlight that
fell upon the earth, for a sage who can see to decipher
And revelation is not like language…it is a symbol,
a pictograph, a glyph. You know a simple mind
of yore had few words to define his expression
but had a vastness of telepathic revelation.
The most original stories were imparted in this
kind of communication. Laguage was invented
for those who lacked telepathic wherewithal.
And it is only a crutch; no matter how singularly
large be its lexicon, it always falls short of definition.
So are all our constructs, like a language that is
groping in the dark! You know, our bodies are only
reminders that we are prisoners of gravity and
time and circumstance! Does our language have enough
words to define them, even if we realise we cannot control them?
Freedom is in the spirit that can fly to the realms of
the most original source, and find therein the dream of happiness
even in the blankness of despair of its present uncontrollable ill-fated circumstance!
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