Divya Drishti

I am alive
Not because my heart beats,
but because I can see...
The trees struggling to absorb more water when it rains
Flowers stretching towards the rays of the sun.

I am them and they are me
The water, green grass, and trees.
Another part of you - another part of me.

I am alive because I can see
Beyond what is you and what is me
The truth shun by divya drishti

No seas....

Eres un invierno solitario,
un soldado derrotado.
Viviendo tras los empujones de tus pies.
Eres el sudor que broto la fiebre.

Eres las gans vanas de llenar un vaso sin fondo,
un "te quiero" dicho a oidos sordos.
Agotado...
en las ganas vanas de llenar un vaso sin fondo,
el "te quiero" suspirado a oidos sordos.

Inercia boba, como quiziera que me dejaras de empujar,
y que en cambio me ensenes a lidiar.
Eres un ojo sordo, y un oido ciego.
Eres la soledad que dejo el invierno.

Desempanate en llenar ese vaso,
ya que tu empeno no es mas que un gasto.

No te conviertas en la falta de sol a un verde pasto.

Luna

Lost - Inside
inside your silver grimace smile.
A love - in love
with your white pastel lining.
One at peace with Luna.

Pluvia

Gentle trinkets falling from the sky
Carry me to the storm that breeds your existence.
Defy reason with your design,
re-write history through a cry.

Adorn me gentle trinkets of the sky
Make me a child of the earth.
Tease me not with mathematics,
or the facts known as science.

Drench me in a song of truth,
and a lesson of our essence.
Empty me of any bias
and notion of my presence.

Trinkets of the sky...
Tell me of the nature of duality,
and the balance that exists alone within you.
The balance from which you come and to which you go.

Evaporate me with you while I slumber
Have me fall with you... on another.
Disintegrate human ego and pride
trinkets falling from the sky.

Lucid Silent Dream

Tall and jubilant, like you I want to stand.
Share a story with me.
You can hold me by the hand.
Teach me to see through your eyes,
to be still like you, strong like you.

Beneath your blanket I sit,
Hoping to learn from your wit.
To dance like you in the wind.
Share with me... the wisdom imparted to you by your long years.

On your roots I'll leave my fears.
Tell me... Do you weep like me?
Pry and cry like me?
Do you wonder as the wind ruffles your fingers,
why they go from green to orange, from orange to red, and to green again?
Tell me what the wind whispers into your ear.

And tell me - when she whispers - do you smile and sing?
Smile and sing.... like me?
Or is there nothing else to you, but simply being a tree.

Little Box

In your living room lives a box
Delightful, persuasive, and depressed.
It has an eidetic talent with colors,
and a communicative distress.
A bundle of joy tied to despair
This box seems to be.
And as a quilt or companion at night
She has attached herself to thee.

In your living room lives a box
As powerful as a god or gun.
In your living room lives a box
That has made what you've become.
In your living room lives a box
For you calmly waiting there.
From that little box
For you to look away I dare.

Just a rant

So... what is it that makes us tick? To say that I've never done wrong would be a lie, but to say that I've never tried to remedy whatever has not gone according to plan is a bigger one. Maybe that's the problem... Plans... Why is it that everyone feels like they need a plan? It's almost as if that so called plan was some kind of map to where they're trying to get. THIS IS LIFE WE ARE SPEAKING OF CHILDREN, it's the one time you experience it, and you want to do it according to some kind of grid, or set of rules. Structure is fine, it helps, but to follow that structure as if it was one's air inhibitor is something else. LIFE IS NOT ABOUT THE DESTINATION. LIFE IS ABOUT THE JOURNEY. Of course, I'm sure one can say, well, yes it is about the journey, but there still is a journey if you go according to "plan" the plan is only there to make that journey smoother....

Why is it that everyone wants things so damn easy??? Why make the journey smoother, making the journey smoother is altering the journey itself, making it a completely different one. Sure one can always do as one pleases, it is one's life.... but why make it easier? In the attempt to make it easier, do we not miss out on something? A lesson? experience? or even miss out on not missing out if that even makes sense. We are such little pathetic beings of comfort. Sure you're sitting there saying "No, not me I'm not, get over yourself. WE ALL ARE." In that comfort we may not be necessarily happy, but complacent at the very least...

Everyone wants to see a light at the end of the tunnel, and the only reason everyone seems to complaint about never getting to that point... is because they've been there already. A million times before, but they're not used to the light, because all they've known is the dim light inside of the tunnel itself. When they reach that light at the end of the tunnel the new feeling, produces a feeling of discomfort, a strange awareness of nothing, and a gradual, involuntary retreat back to the dim light of the tunnel commences.