Sunday, January 17, 2010

; - ]



imagine there was this man some one willing to face it all for wat it is, willing to experiment, but not with his sanity , well this might come close to that. someone not standing at the end of any thing no tradition weighing down on him.someone who will be the bridge to the dawn. Where we see each other as the way we see god. live life at the heighest level with no one forced to live for anything or anyone. we are not some random events in probability, not a concoction of chemicals programmed to function in a particular way due to random events. we are evolving with a purpose towards a direction we are yet to behold.... this man will be able to show all those willing to see the direction.... iam happy coz i can recognize him when i c him. it cud be any one of us, but the time for the change is here .now its time for the wheel of time to weave around those few of us you are willing to make this change... these are not profetic words nether are they some rumbling of a mad man..... mad yes but not rumblings..... for mad is a beautiful word. we stand at this threshold... how beautiful it would be....... when we were to realize the heaven we talk bout and read is right here in everyone of us and around us. i guess thats wat alchemist do find gold in everything and everywhere. and that we are part of everything that is around us...... and the connection running thru all of us is love. sounds esoteric :) true but sometimes ppl need more than the truth they need their faith answered........ :) batman is rite.......

Time

The wheel have started rolling..... can feel it in my gut . time weaves our life as time wishes... but for a few people time bends to accommodate them.... just for a few of them... where destiny and fate is but a choice a choice they are willing to make... all of us are learning to play this game... losing and winning.... but here with every loss you gain an experience which prepares us for the next round in a way ever loss is a win like the yin and the yang. why i am writing this i dont know.... like i am painting with words without knowing what i am painting... letting the hand decide the strokes.... the mind off.... letting it flow like jungle stream... incoherent set of thoughts...... puncuated by my mom asking me to eat every now and then...... i guess i gotta go now to eat...
:)