It’s about a recurring nightmare! … More The Stockholm Jockey Syndrome!
About my new job, World Food Program, a walk and some memories … More Article 11
Neither you use the dance, Nor the dance, Uses you. You become the dance, The dance becomes you. Rest drops. The dropped rest, Had utilitarian projects, Socialist republic, But no fruition. The dance is the fruition. Use or another object is foreign to its Unique nondual rest.
1. I eat fruits. Fallen on ground. 2. It takes me a lot of time to make-up my mind to write. I would have preferred sitting quietly, watching the setting Sun, the dance, birds frolicking, chirping and returning to nests in various groups. 3. Even in the recreated identity and objective : my efforts tend … More Peace
The setting Sun is shining brightly. Twenty five birds perched on two pairs of wires. White birds are picking their food from field. It’s a strange peace. I was listening to someone speak. There’s no complaining at this moment. In the infinite journey these patterns repeat ad infinitum. Some consider knowledge to be objective of … More Objectives
1. A newborn piebald puppy is playing with its black mother. I am at Bundelkhand Gaushala Nowgong, Chhatarpur since last two and half hours. I witnessed making of Shivansh compost which has been a routine for me in last month or so. I even participated in turning in some of them. 2. I took rest … More Another Tohu!
1. Cranes are roaming in the field. Yellow butterflies flutterby. A kingfisher is basking in the Sun on a branch of a tree. Its counterpart comfortably perched down near group of white birds. A bird on top of the hut before me looks for a while at me then looks right. Another blackbird on another … More Silence of the Birds!
From being involved as a participant to being a witness it’s a cycle. Again and again The participants have no insights Emotions choke them The witness has memories devoid of emotions From nostalgia to recording Again and again Cycles
1. Plenty of vocabulary jams. My ID is 01. I invite you to play with me on vocabulary.com. 2. Kavitha J and Paul H scored well today on most of the jams. 3. I attended a birthday party, registered some books in library, emptied dustbin ash, helped in cowshed, wrote couple of blog posts, clicked … More End of the day!
‘No way. Way!’, a d’Verse Quadrille Runaway, wayless, makes his way up dark areaway – to stowaway on a rockaway. Highwayman in jet cutaway strolling past purplish twayblades, reading stolen waybill, notes blond wayward flyaways. Hereaway’s no place for young tearaways, he smiles. Well, leastways we’re both of waygoing lifeways. The above poem is my take … More Thisaway, or: Thataway
Birds are returning to their nests. Parrots mostly. Eleventh Moon is shining in Taurus just above my head. Sounds of prayers from nearby temples and mosques. The granary has expanded a bit. Not as much as needed yet. I picked up the scrapped grass and threw it away. A trolley full of pigeon pea is … More Twilight Again!