Saturday, November 5, 2016

Down to the River

You need a wash, a good scrubbing, a long ordeal of a bath to wash away the layers of tar that life smears on you every few months. Otherwise you forget who you are. Otherwise you forget why you cried the other night, why you laughed like a mad man, why you watched the sun set with so much depth to it, why you read that book and felt the wave of emotion rush through you... You forget it all and become just another cog in the machinery – that part of you that was meant to shine through the brightest shimmer dimly now...

You have to fight for that life inside you, that spark of innocence.

You need to go down to the river time and time again. Bath in it, remind yourself of who you are. Why you are alive. And what makes you angry, smile, laugh and most of all cry. 

Monday, May 9, 2016

Change

I have changed. Change is good but when you come face to face with who you used to be and sense the raw nature that exudes from the old you, you conclude to yourself a sad truth. You have grown up. You have become polished. You have become a man. Well dressed, well spoken, politically correct. Corrected. Refined. Painfully correct.

What happened to that young soul that watched the dancing leaves on a tree in the moonlight and felt a wave of soul cover him? What happened to that young soul that made up adjectives and nouns and descriptions that never existed until that very moment when that deep emotion was released in a form of a never-heard-of word. A young soul brave enough to be honest. Bold enough to write and bleed his deepest raw self into a blog that opened itself to anyone on the Internet, that became a free content on the anonymous Web?

You grew up. You became – this.

I don't hate my present self. Never. I am too proud to admit that – even if I did.

Change is beautiful. But at the same time to change what was beautiful to become dull and mediocre and toned down, is a tragedy. Stay young. Stay foolish. Stay raw. Stay honest. 

Writing and Reading

Writing and reading is about rhythm, like music is. The opening lines perhaps set the tempo, the bpm. And what follows is the ebb and flow of a vocabulary that goes well deeper than words and languages. 

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Mind Blown

How do we become one with a son of God who is 'at one with the Father' and by becoming one with the son, we become one with the Father – and all this to make us one with the ultimate force, the ultimate energy, the absolute reality, the Grand Unified Theory, the Om, the Raa, the mystical energy, the Life – all fully contained in this flesh body we have, some of us 6 feet, some of us 5, some 4 some 7, yet all of us intrinsically and beautifully human, fluent and stammering in tongues, smooth and troubled in our thinking, having tendencies to be violent having tendencies to be passive, black hair, blonde, brown hair, simply human, all of the godhead contained in this physical, emotional, soulful, mental us?
That blows my mind.