Simple Happiness

There is happiness in doing simple things. 

The Sea a Mighty Beast

The sea in all its majesty is a silent water beast that can swallow you in itself in just moments

Who are we but just some drift wood in this vast expanse of waters

The dance of the waves backward and forward, rush across and move back gently, twist turn and slap across the land , drown away, expose the land back and forth ....back and forth..we are in control of nothing

Nothing controls us...

And so I think;

We must be willing to be pushed around as per the under current and then wind;

The sea's mighty friend the wind is a different mischievous creator altogether! 

If the sea has in itself darkness and depths and pressure  the wind skids across the surface spraying torrents of water helter skelter. 

As such higher and greater levels the sea exists . The movement of the earth , the wind, the sky the sky the moon the gravity determine its moods and its temperament. The salts, the Warm currents cold currents undersea rivers and abysses determine its surface movement. Indeed we cannot control it . The sea is truly like the divine hand that sweeps over all mankind. 

As is the wind that runs along side the waters to gently caress it's surface and at the same time the wind is dispersed in the vast sky. Moving seeds  cutting hard rocks bending trees and swirling around in gorges and caressing the leaves on trees as if a lover lovingly tousels his lovers locks and at times slap on the surface in anger. 

We are in control of nothing. Nothing controls us. 

The Dance of Dusk and Flame

🔥The Dance of Dusk and Flame🔥

By the Red Moon and the Crimson Sky

In twilight’s hush, where shadows rise,

She walks; the fury with fire in her eyes.

Kali, the storm, the mother of night,

Wields both death and eternal light.

Garland of skulls, truth’s silent song,

She rights the chaos, she rights the wrong.

With every step, the earth does quake,

Her crimson veil, a dawn to wake.

And there he stands ; still as stone,

Trident bright, in blood-red zone.

Shiva, the void, the fierce, the calm,

Holds the world in his silent psalm.

Together they are ~ creation, end,

Lovers, destroyers, who break and mend.

She dances, he watches ~the cosmic lore,

Of time, of power, forevermore.

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Beauty on a Barren Land

I found beauty on a barren land 

Dried burnt and scorched it was

Twisted roots and thorns that tricked to pick and when picked they pricked 

But still  the pure white flower survives 

Its fragrance lasting miles

Its brightness blinding thoughts and stopping my feet to pause 

It survived the flames

It survived the heat

It survived on it's own 

On it's own it survived

It survived like me.

it survived the flames

It survived the heat

It survived on it's own 

On it's own it survived 

Dead Thoughts

During poignant thoughts and vacant moments,

What do we do?

We practice self destruction with expertise!

Refilling the half empty vessels in the mind ,

With foolish thoughts that overflow from the brim,

In times of perpetual nights,

Do you refuse to see the sun?

Refuse to see the distant birds and rivers that flow?

The river flows between us like a song,

I on one side you on the other,

I hear the bustling joys and laughter, what do you hear?

But, only drowning shrieks and moans?

Our thoughts and pains and past already dead and gone, we refuse to bury,

Why? Least we feel guilty of being happy, again?

And there we go again…,

Exhuming the dead past and examining it, over and over again like an autopsy,

Sifting through the dirt and bones, like a madman, till the Bones cry out!

The Bones cry out: ‘Oh Please stop! Let me rest in peace, will you?’

Still, we continue like Vultures, circle and swoop down, pick out, and

feed on the rotten flesh and bones,

The Dead Flesh cries out: ‘Oh !Please stop! Haven’t you had your fill ,till your juices churned with revulsion?

‘Let me please dissipate into the morning sun and the blue sky!’

‘Stop feeding on me!’

The past, pains and memories want to let go off YOU and so thus YOU must let go of THEM too!

Set them free! And so shall you be!

Will you?

Tell me ….NOW.. do you hear the birds sing and the bubbling river in its course?,

Feel the sun and the magic in the sky?

Or are you still hearing the shrieks and groans and feel the dampness in the air?

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Where is your core being?What is there?

If we reach the center of our being and understand it,we are at the core of ourselves. The answers become simplified and practical. Stay still and you shall find your core being.