Some go to their graves with a whole lot of love, some
with a heart full of hate. Some take with them nothing at all and some
everything. Still some others leave a legacy behind; a legend and some just
evaporate into nothingness. Pleasure or pain, triumph or fear, joy or sorrow,
everything or nothing; each of us will leave with an experience. Our thought
lingers on, a thought which we think ceases to exist with us. In our
heart the thought rallies on even after it stops beating, like a song
that continues to echo long after the music is over. We are but a dot in
this vast universe but in our thoughts and in our experiences
is the synergy that breathes life to this world.
We are the ashes of time; slowly but
steadily withering and disintegrating until we are nothing but a heap of dust
that will be blown away. We are the ashes of time that will be
forgotten when the hourglass is tipped over. We
are the ashes of time that will be swept away when the page
is turned. And we are so caught up in defining our own existence that we forget
that there is a life to live. We lust, we chase after money, a fancy car or a
big house but we fail to realize that none of it will count as much
as the sights, sounds, feelings, emotions and experiences that
surround us before we are six feet underground.
And it's whispered that soon, if we all
call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn, for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter
I am no talisman, I am no saint, I am no prophet. I am
just a simple man looking at the world with innocent, unbiased eyes.
I am a simple man looking at the world from 30,000 ft., I am a simple
man looking at the world after the lights are out
and the noise is over. And I see a beautiful world. It is slightly
trippy, it is definitely turbulent but it is a whole lot of fun. It makes you
want to dance. Dance to the tune of the rising sun, the lazy
afternoon breeze or the effervescent moon.
I am
looking at the star lit sky and I see the hunter, in his calm,
collected stance, waiting for his prey. I am looking at the star lit sky and I seethe order that came from the chaos. I am looking at the star lit sky and I know am
staring into the abyss, the chaos that leads to creation, the creation that leads to
existence, the existence that leads to the end and what a wonderful
place it is. It is not so difficult to find. It is, as a matter of fact
everywhere. It omnipresent, omniscient and omnipotent. And yet, most of us just
don't see it. If only we cared about the race itself, as much as we
cared about the finish line, we will all see the abyss.
Our
lives will lead us along infinite roads but our roads will all reach the same end. And there
lies the heart
that echoes when the shows is over and the curtains are drawn. Stop
getting lost in what comes after, revel in the chaos of creation, rejoice
in the order
of existence and lose yourself to the absoluteness of the end and there you will see
it, in beautiful bright Technicolor, deep within the chaos, a singularity that is
always a plural, the peace in all the chaos. You will find life!
