Perfect dream

Waiting and waiting
for this time to pass
waiting and waiting
for that time to arrive


The perfect moment
The perfect setting

Quiet in the midst of
sounds of only birds
and rowing of the boatman
splashing of water on the oars

And then you watch
and soak it in
Like a deep breath that
makes you alive from within
etched forever in your mind
it cannot be erased
Even the click of the camera
cant capture the image

As you look above
and they fly overhead
Pink with their "S" necks
A few hundred they said
Flying in a "V "
whilst changing formations
with unspoken coordination
diving and gliding
with almost divine grace
Sighting these beautiful flamingoes
almost seem
like I just stepped into
the perfect dream!

Tiny Self

I am small,
inconspicuous,
unimportant.
Almost
insignificant
I have no worth
my presence does not matter
I am just a speck of dust
in this Universe


My role is so small to play
that my actions don't count
They don't make a difference
What is destined will happen
What a worthless life
And what worthless thoughts
are ambition, hard work and ultimate happiness
Its not going to last
Its never going to last
So what's the point of trying....
Trying to save the world?
when its all doomed any ways


Its just a matter of time
A matter of space
and "matter" of course


No, no!
I'm not manic depressive
Just the temporary low
as I walk out of the Space Museum

"You wait for the good moment-the infamous first thought-but nothing happens. There is a thought of giving up the whole thing, or else trying to crank something up artificially. But neither one of those things works. Then you sort of become distracted by something else- and when you come back, there it is!"

-CTR, 'True Perception' Dharma Art

Truly inspiring book . Still reading . more views to come

Some moments are to be treasured always .
And even the moments when you remember those moments you treasure.
And even the people you share them with .
And even the spaces you experience them ....

“Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius — and a lot of courage — to move in the opposite direction.”

— Albert Einstein

I wonder if we all are intelligent fools . I think we are. All moving in one direction -towards destruction.

Oh! There's a million stories And a million ways to get there from here...............
................
........And I can hear you sleep beneath the candlelight I can see your dreams like they were mine

Some songs hit home ...Some lyrics make you think .
Words can be deceitful.
If they are meant to mean one but they are understood as something else.

Im back to square one . And I see it as a good thing . How beginnings are always a good thing. Its only somehwere in between that the tightrope gets scary to balance.When you cant go back and cant reach the other side. But then again , the other side is a new beginning.
.. yes I know im rambling . Please bear.

Prayer

So many people
and the noise is deafening
and the blaring loudspeakers
with holy chants
the crowded market
the busy street
the bright colours
the shining idols
The pavement is dirty
And people washing their feet
and the long row of people
is never ending
and at last you sight
the orange painted idol
and prostrate
when you close your eyes and sit to pray
and somewhere in the midst of all
the chaos and the noise
you enter this world
far far away
this place I cant put in words
I tried to draw but the pencil didn't move
No song , no poem can describe this space
I tried to speak about it but words failed me again
And then perhaps I think its best
to let it be......
........Let it be.