We, the People. August 31, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in People, parallel existence.Tags: butterfly, change, nature, People, time
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I met wind one day, she taught me how to stay quite and listen to everything happening. She taught me to be everywhere unnoticed. To hear each and every voice of nature. Learn the invisible way of life. World always acknowledge the power of such a clean, pure and transparent mode of functionality present in life.
We, the people are merely butterflies fluttering in the spotless, fresh ocean of this clear medium people call air. When it flows we call it wind, and then we challenge our thin, velvety, colorful and naked wings to overcome this storm in our lives. Fluttering for just a small unit of time, utmost a day, we think its lifetime. Living in our small, puny role which we think has been pre allotted to us, before we came into existence. Even if the nature demands of us to trigger a change, called by some as the butterfly effect we do not believe in that small probability. We believe in the word evolution. Where everything changes gradually, in accordance with our least suppressed needs, we do change but at a rate that is no where corresponding to what we require that time. Being satisfied with what is present is a real quality of existing lives in earth, except butterflies and of course humans. Is broadening the line of sight necessary to expand the live-the-life method?
There is nothing called an ‘end’ to what we need, just a mere virtual happiness.
We have to believe in ourselves, we have been on a receiving end of a beautiful, unexpected, mysterious and known to all transition. The transition of a lifetime; from a caterpillar to a butterfly. We have done it previously, just need to acknowledge it. We the butterflies know how to live by the change, for the change. Beautiful, innocent and simple creatures, turned into a total disaster, a tragedy for both the world and themselves.
Each of us has a perspective, which changes every moment.
The wind also told me that you have to be quite in order to maintain the balance, you have to be blowing hard to maintain the equilibrium. Thus, exist with each other, in harmony.
The wind still blows, the rain still falls. Grass grows tall, and the time ticks. We change, the world changes, just a matter of understanding.
Amen.
Letters to the Soul. August 24, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in parallel existence.Tags: forgiveness, hope, loyalty, mind, revenge, soul
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Oh Dear Loyalty,
As a result of your trustworthy, efficient and honest service for this stained, impure soul, we found you as the deserving candidate for the act called “Revenge”. Thus, we ask you to accept this as token of appreciation for the valuable help you provided during these crisis time. Though we are aware of the consequences that occur when this word is misinterpreted, we expect you to find its true meaning and execute this act.
To give just an idea, ‘revenge’ is the phenomenon which is expected to happen once anyone has realized the presence of injustice in and around him. (the argumentative part of the soul)
I expect you to understand the privilege of this ‘revenge’.
Best regards,
Your Soul.
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My Dear Respected Soul and Master,
We will soon be reaching a state of war, please light the fire within. The pure feeling of undying loyalty, yours truly, understand the deep meaning of the two commonly yet effective words leading to mercy; ‘forgiveness’ and ‘hope’.
It’s not that you are asking for ‘revenge’, instead just the lack of right words at the right time.
Yours faithfully
Loyalty.
Amen !
Don’t die so soon… August 14, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in parallel existence.Tags: death, dream, hope, life, peace, thoughts
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In my mind, or should I say the so called Grey matter, there exists some unidentified thoughts which often trouble me. They question me, force me to change the perspective of everything I am looking at. My each and every action is sometimes governed by some unique quanta of free energy, which it takes me to a situation of virtual high.
I can’t live like this. Sometimes I see my peace flying away in front of me. Finding peace in you is one satisfaction, to see it escaping away in front of your closed eyes is another. You are satisfied to death, that at least you saw it.
When I am fast asleep, in the warm, comfortable armor of dreams, similar thoughts traverse them. Trying to kill my dreams. Death is painless they say, patterns of butterflies pass by, waiting for me to decode them. Why are you still alive is what they will ask me next time I dream.
Drop it, and it shall bounce back some day. I believe in the four letter word ‘hope’, since its with me forever. It looks like it’s the other side of coin called life, one of which is dream. Life is bright it says. And I hate people who interrupt it. My thoughts tell me I live life unwillingly, just for the sake of existing, I tell them its still noon; please don’t die so soon. I need you for my survival.
Amen.
