blazeofglory
03-20-2008, 03:45 AM
I have seen him there, not stretching his hands like a beggar. He looks like a beggar, the way he is dressed up, and sitting on the edge of a road, with rags. It was a very sunny day, and almost everyone was sweating, some sipping at his cold drinks. There were crumbs of bread, and half-filled water bottles around. Stray dogs bark at him and swirls of houseflies settle on his corpus. He remained stuck to the earth apathetically, with a soiled and infirmed body there against the wheel of time.
He is marooned; no one gives a hoot; in this big city peopled by all kinds of relationships, charitable, benevolent, philanthropic works go awash. No one turn to give a helping hand. I do not deify myself, for I too belong to the same pack. That it occurred to me write about it does not signify I am off the pack to think munificently.
Another day I have seen drenched with rains with his unsuccessful efforts to protect from the beatings of the torrents. In fact he was immobile, indifferent to the goings-on, no matter whether it is the scorching sun or the pounding raindrops. Or the piercing chills of a cold morning.
I see him everyday on my way to the office, and I pity him, yet I pity myself more for I am unable to help. There were crumbs of bread and bottles of water hard by.
He seems to live disinterestedly, neutrally there, in fact against the time and space that try to delimit him.
My mind that understands humanity is watching it, time and again, in presence of him, and of course in absence of him.
He was dying everyday, with his corporal corpus was rotting and decaying. I have seen him over a month, and everyday he was getting enfeebled, physically and mentally.
My philosopher that navigates the mindscape is tired of thinking up. Of course of his state of mind is what I busy myself with thinking, and yet I can not embark on truth.
Relationship: Relationship is nothing but a fleeting give & take and warmth that do not outlive the ravages of time. Relationship is not a thing of in-transience and eternalness. Today you relate and tomorrow you de-relate. Un-layer yourself you are at the core unrelated and totally become singled out. Your relationship is a transient phenomenon, and it is to you and only you that related to yourself and the externals are ephemeral.
Love: It is something that has little to do if we keep the self apart. Maybe there is motherliness and fatherliness wherein one comes upon plenty of benignity, heart of gold or benevolence. But there is indeed a self motive as a driving force, and indeed it does not go beyond the edge wherein there is total self renunciation. Comparatively, this type of love betokens of higher temperament.
But when it comes to the love born of physical disposition, or a kind infatuation or monomania when the opposite sexes woo each other, but these are temporal attributed indeed subject to downswing or upswing in point of fact. Wherein are you cocksure of having been loved; for there is some urges sexual urges and that shape everything.
Con amore, you seem to love and be loved, yet the quintessence of love is you can not love anyone more than yourself. It is sheer momentary quivers or pulsations that you are in love but in essence the centre of it is yourself.
Existence: In this endless eddy we are simply undulations, ripples; in fact we are consequences; we are specks, and what we call emotional things are kind of stardust or things or throbs or vibrations that go jumping up and down in the eternal vortexes. Existence matters, and nothing else, nor God, nor ideologies. All fade at the end of the day.
Home: Where is home? But it is your own body; for no home goes with you with your every move, and your material home can not house you; it walls you against physical perils and predicaments but you have to abandon it under circumstances, and its walls are not that strong that can really secure you against all aggressions. Brace up your body that is a real home, not the one made of stones and mud.
Truth and God: These are kind of mental webs and that entangle you in a mess of things and they land you nowhere but in a labyrinth of confusions. You span a web out of the fabrics of your mind, and it is indeed likened to a spider’s web for it necessarily emits substances to create and web and withdraws when it does not want any. It comes out of it and hence indistinguishable from its own existence.
Things go on happening eternally and this is an unending episode. In this current some are aided and others are discarded. But sooner or later all will have to meet at the same place. This brief pleasure seeking game keeps us hooked to our comforts, and in the natural course of things all will have to be evened out, and remain at one with one another. Be you are a king or pauper.
He is marooned; no one gives a hoot; in this big city peopled by all kinds of relationships, charitable, benevolent, philanthropic works go awash. No one turn to give a helping hand. I do not deify myself, for I too belong to the same pack. That it occurred to me write about it does not signify I am off the pack to think munificently.
Another day I have seen drenched with rains with his unsuccessful efforts to protect from the beatings of the torrents. In fact he was immobile, indifferent to the goings-on, no matter whether it is the scorching sun or the pounding raindrops. Or the piercing chills of a cold morning.
I see him everyday on my way to the office, and I pity him, yet I pity myself more for I am unable to help. There were crumbs of bread and bottles of water hard by.
He seems to live disinterestedly, neutrally there, in fact against the time and space that try to delimit him.
My mind that understands humanity is watching it, time and again, in presence of him, and of course in absence of him.
He was dying everyday, with his corporal corpus was rotting and decaying. I have seen him over a month, and everyday he was getting enfeebled, physically and mentally.
My philosopher that navigates the mindscape is tired of thinking up. Of course of his state of mind is what I busy myself with thinking, and yet I can not embark on truth.
Relationship: Relationship is nothing but a fleeting give & take and warmth that do not outlive the ravages of time. Relationship is not a thing of in-transience and eternalness. Today you relate and tomorrow you de-relate. Un-layer yourself you are at the core unrelated and totally become singled out. Your relationship is a transient phenomenon, and it is to you and only you that related to yourself and the externals are ephemeral.
Love: It is something that has little to do if we keep the self apart. Maybe there is motherliness and fatherliness wherein one comes upon plenty of benignity, heart of gold or benevolence. But there is indeed a self motive as a driving force, and indeed it does not go beyond the edge wherein there is total self renunciation. Comparatively, this type of love betokens of higher temperament.
But when it comes to the love born of physical disposition, or a kind infatuation or monomania when the opposite sexes woo each other, but these are temporal attributed indeed subject to downswing or upswing in point of fact. Wherein are you cocksure of having been loved; for there is some urges sexual urges and that shape everything.
Con amore, you seem to love and be loved, yet the quintessence of love is you can not love anyone more than yourself. It is sheer momentary quivers or pulsations that you are in love but in essence the centre of it is yourself.
Existence: In this endless eddy we are simply undulations, ripples; in fact we are consequences; we are specks, and what we call emotional things are kind of stardust or things or throbs or vibrations that go jumping up and down in the eternal vortexes. Existence matters, and nothing else, nor God, nor ideologies. All fade at the end of the day.
Home: Where is home? But it is your own body; for no home goes with you with your every move, and your material home can not house you; it walls you against physical perils and predicaments but you have to abandon it under circumstances, and its walls are not that strong that can really secure you against all aggressions. Brace up your body that is a real home, not the one made of stones and mud.
Truth and God: These are kind of mental webs and that entangle you in a mess of things and they land you nowhere but in a labyrinth of confusions. You span a web out of the fabrics of your mind, and it is indeed likened to a spider’s web for it necessarily emits substances to create and web and withdraws when it does not want any. It comes out of it and hence indistinguishable from its own existence.
Things go on happening eternally and this is an unending episode. In this current some are aided and others are discarded. But sooner or later all will have to meet at the same place. This brief pleasure seeking game keeps us hooked to our comforts, and in the natural course of things all will have to be evened out, and remain at one with one another. Be you are a king or pauper.