Friends, Synchronicity, Harmony and Peace - sustenance for life or life itself? A reversal of fortunes illuminates the need. Leading the way is loneliness. Thoughts wander and the mind becomes a cage.
"Is there no way out of the mind?" Sylvia cried! Inevitable dread and drudgery creep in. Nostalgia fuels insomnia. A world around us and yet no one. It is the death's kiss.
What then does enjoyment of solitude mean? Synchronicity is sought within. Soul, Mind, Body, Heart - are all these one in an individual entity? The perplexing mind versus brain phenomenon ensues and we are left searching for answers. Complexity mirrors perception. Once again, stuck inside our minds. The plight is indescribable. What then does
love thyself stand for? The rest of our lives are starting now and we hold the magick pen to make it happen. When the idea takes permanence self love begins.
Dancing to life's beck and call and never following our tune. Not knowing is the greatest curse. Social Media - Check, News - Check, Gossip - Check. Soul check? Check in with oneself? Blank. Mindfulness is pioneering. Dependability declines and reliance steeps. Exponential graphs mirroring reality and decoding economics aside, productivity makes a splendid comeback.
The truth inextricably intertwined with luxury and privilege makes one an armchair intellectual. Discernment is layered. Gray areas abound. Who's truth is it anyway? That humanity lost its sense of justice a long time back is a well established fact. Then again Rumi says,
"Beyond the fields of good and bad there is a field. I will meet you there." Subjectivity and our unwitting inability to comprehend it.
After sighs and pause comes the pregnant times. Ideas get thrown around. Action is attempted. On ground reality? It varies. It's myriad. My reality clashes with yours and our petty egos are crushed. Communication stops. Faces are ignored. Tonality affects psychic transactions. Transactional frequency goes for a toss only to find itself replaced by seeds of hatred. Lo and behold! A monster is created. Frankenstein or worse?
Catapulted into irreverent humor, cascading into freshness the ways roll out. One-by-one like soldiers or all at once like a Tsunami. A hurricane once told a mortal it fears the force of a powerful idea. Mortal laughed, disempowered. Hurricane triumphed. Human misery rocks on. Revelry continues too - living a happy life as a giant. It creeps in hollow, unsuspecting minds devoid of ideas. Where there is no place for resistance, irrational traditions create homes. These gnomes never leave. They are known to plague generations for centuries. They, too, are fatal.
Pivotal point or historic moments are few and far between. Distress and duress are ants manufacturing miles long hills exactly like the capitalists. Exaggerated realities and post truths dominate. Ours is a fractures universe yet we are all somehow criminals. Wisdom and the wise are fools nonetheless. In this dog-eat-dog universe none's the wiser. Let's throw our arms in the air, cry foul and quit. What's the point? Aren't we all just hamsters on a treadmill anyway?
