I stood there for a second...
The dry leaves falling off the trees,
Their branches swaying in unison
With the wind, that whispers sweetly
Into their ears, of places far beyond
I look up,
And, see the suns rays filter through the leaves.
I shut my eyes,
And, feel the warmness spreads across my face.
The sun envelops me in his embrace;
And, the trees shower me with their blessings.
While the wind - she gently brushes through my hair
and whispers a sweet melody
of promises to come.
Today, I stole a moment...
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 19, 2010
The Zoooone...
Disclaimer: This is not a well though out post. Read at your own risk. Please do not blame the author for wasting your time post reading.
I'm in the zone again.
which means i am not my listless self and my neurons are firing 10 times faster than the average rate. which allows me to:
a. write a blog post
b. update twitter
c. check FB for any update
d. Update FB with my own issues in life
e. check gmail
f. Jhadoo & pocha while...
g. I listen to music playing at full volume
e. While Bit torrent downloads something in the background
I must be the darling child of the multitasking gods! I am sure they must be good because of the multiple hands that they have!
Anyway, so multitasking isn't an art, it isn't a science, heck - it isn't anything, its just a heightened state of awakening that doesn't last long. It lasts only for a few minutes at the end of which it will be the undoing of you. The repercussions of the same are that you will end up all exhausted and panting wishing to kill the guy who first thought of the idea!
but that's the repercussions. when you are actually in the zone, and i mean "in the zone", you feel like doing a million things at the same time. Whether they are doable or not is a different ball game altogether. And while you are at it - if somebody suggest, for instance, to go bungee jumping... you do that too! - promising to finish whatever you are doing if you make it back alive!
which does not being me to a new topic but lets me get away with an image of myself free falling from a crazy height while twittering. "Falling from 20000 feet, see you in 5". this, i guess, is an adrenaline rush that is something else totally. this is the last heave, the last breath before a snuff out, the last bastion before the empire falls, the last man standing, the last missile in 'Independence day' left to destroy the gigantic mother-ship. that's how i feel right now!
Crazy does not even begin to cover it...
I'm in the zone again.
which means i am not my listless self and my neurons are firing 10 times faster than the average rate. which allows me to:
a. write a blog post
b. update twitter
c. check FB for any update
d. Update FB with my own issues in life
e. check gmail
f. Jhadoo & pocha while...
g. I listen to music playing at full volume
e. While Bit torrent downloads something in the background
I must be the darling child of the multitasking gods! I am sure they must be good because of the multiple hands that they have!
Anyway, so multitasking isn't an art, it isn't a science, heck - it isn't anything, its just a heightened state of awakening that doesn't last long. It lasts only for a few minutes at the end of which it will be the undoing of you. The repercussions of the same are that you will end up all exhausted and panting wishing to kill the guy who first thought of the idea!
but that's the repercussions. when you are actually in the zone, and i mean "in the zone", you feel like doing a million things at the same time. Whether they are doable or not is a different ball game altogether. And while you are at it - if somebody suggest, for instance, to go bungee jumping... you do that too! - promising to finish whatever you are doing if you make it back alive!
which does not being me to a new topic but lets me get away with an image of myself free falling from a crazy height while twittering. "Falling from 20000 feet, see you in 5". this, i guess, is an adrenaline rush that is something else totally. this is the last heave, the last breath before a snuff out, the last bastion before the empire falls, the last man standing, the last missile in 'Independence day' left to destroy the gigantic mother-ship. that's how i feel right now!
Crazy does not even begin to cover it...
Mar 7, 2010
Stillness
The trees are still
as if they wait for some occurrence.
The crowds, they mill
restive and disturbed.
They heave in unison
their patience boiling beyond control
but there is the one
who is wise and mired in the ways of ol'
He looks at the skies,
the light fails mockingly in the distance
But in him, he knows,
there is force to carry forth, a Constance
He steels himself to a fate unknown
there is much to teach and much more to learn
Yet the time is not to dwell upon such,
The time is to burn..
Burn...Burn all doubt and questioning
Burn...Burn all quake and quivering
Burn...Burn all fear and disbelieving
Burn...Burn all thoughts and thinking
And emerge Pure.
Purified in the fires of the Almighty God
Emerge from her womb
A Purpose, recognized himself by the lord
A predator, A hunter, An honorable soul
Perform, he will.
None other - would be his Goal.
Reign supreme, your fiefdom
O Lord, For this temple is yours.
Nothing but a sweet stillness & -
I am You;
You are I.
as if they wait for some occurrence.
The crowds, they mill
restive and disturbed.
They heave in unison
their patience boiling beyond control
but there is the one
who is wise and mired in the ways of ol'
He looks at the skies,
the light fails mockingly in the distance
But in him, he knows,
there is force to carry forth, a Constance
He steels himself to a fate unknown
there is much to teach and much more to learn
Yet the time is not to dwell upon such,
The time is to burn..
Burn...Burn all doubt and questioning
Burn...Burn all quake and quivering
Burn...Burn all fear and disbelieving
Burn...Burn all thoughts and thinking
And emerge Pure.
Purified in the fires of the Almighty God
Emerge from her womb
A Purpose, recognized himself by the lord
A predator, A hunter, An honorable soul
Perform, he will.
None other - would be his Goal.
Reign supreme, your fiefdom
O Lord, For this temple is yours.
Nothing but a sweet stillness & -
I am You;
You are I.
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Mar 4, 2010
Flipbook
Faces rush past me like a flip book.
I squint and try to make eyes
Nothing whatsoever.
And I think to myself,
What will become of me?
What will i get?
A portion of my soul?
Or the whole of it?
I want the whole,
But even a portion might do.
I don't even know that,
But then again
I know nothing...
I squint and try to make eyes
Nothing whatsoever.
And I think to myself,
What will become of me?
What will i get?
A portion of my soul?
Or the whole of it?
I want the whole,
But even a portion might do.
I don't even know that,
But then again
I know nothing...
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