Asatomada Sadgamaya

This is a world of sin, Son

And a world of miracle as well, Father

Thou werest the sun; thou posed,

In life’s sunrise, eternity- thy slewth

On thy fresh face was written…

Still thou shan’t come back as thou rose!

Thy sun is but gone and so is youth

In darkness so bitter!

Why is it that computers frustrate us so much?

Partly because of my love for you

Maybe because of my love for yoghurt

They promised reading would be…

Linear! Resourceful! And Eternal!

But reading has just become the

Most unritualistic of all tasks

Alexa! Play me some music!

Siri, read me the news today!

Why is it that we expect so much…

Of anything we thought we learned how

To conceive entirely?

We haven’t yet as human race conceived nothing real and whole.

We seem to be unlearning a few things!

Such as…

SHHhhhh… silence

Words are not necessary both yet and anymore, for this is a sad innuendo rather than a hiatus

We are almost done as species as I see it. But I wanted we to learn something still.

The everlasting availability of unavaible and perishable things:

Us: Body, Mind, Loved ones

The ever recurrent unavailability of useless things:

They: Merchandise, Opinions, this whole…

…Zeitgeist

You should / learn how to see a bit of each in each.

Asatoma Sadgamaya

From illusion, to enlightenment!

Even that it must take us some more time.