The Reality. November 11, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in People, Ripple.Tags: butterfly, dream, mind, People, reality, thoughts
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I believe in hope. I believe in change. I believe in butterfly effect. I want to think fantasy, want to stay away from the present untruth world, and keep my own castle in the sky, a world full of my thoughts. A dream world, according to me, made by me!
I often see people trying to stay close to reality. This may be because they find the transition from a dream world to a real world as problematic. Or they just don’t want to see themselves in the world they always desire. What is the real problem with just thinking what you want, or thinking literally anything? I believe that it won’t change the reality much, but will for sure make it a better place to live!
Birds swimming, fish flying, four legged laughing buildings, cycles speaking, a cup of coffee with someone at Mt. Everest. What’s wrong with you flying with the action of your hand? Zooming in and out with a blink of your eye, and whoosh you got teleported to wherever you want. Walking on the water, riding on the air, flowing with sound. Quietly smiling within when all others looking surprisingly at you.
Everyone is free to catch its own butterfly with her mind, you just need to open your eyes, and it shall fly! It’s dynamic, existing for only a small time. But definitely gives us happiness.
Yes, this was in fact written for you, to make you feel that the dream world is not that bad after all. There is nothing wrong in thinking what you always want to be, considering yourself as the owner of your own mind, own world. At least I hope so. Forever.
Amen.
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.
I Gaze. July 2, 2009
Posted by satanifiedenthu in Fictitious, People, parallel existence.Tags: butterfly, grave, life, peace, sky
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Every night in the sky, I see the stars twinkling and the clouds maneuvering. This is like a silent world full of soundless and wrinkle free space. It’s like a butterfly you can’t take your eyes away from. People say that once someone dies, it represents a star in this beautiful sky. I love to believe in this, just because it seems such a pure thought, you can obey that this is true, since you want it to be!
One fine day, I saw a women sitting near a grave, but more importantly she was not crying or looking sad. There were no tears in her eyes, but there was this shine, the shine that we miss in our daily life, we forget the meaning of this shine, the twinkle that make our face so living! I believed that she had a reason to this shine; she was appearing as though she was laughing silently, in her mind. Might be remembering a worthy reason to live, so meaningful to sit at such a place and going through an always aspired feeling for peace. She was remembering some of the calmest moments in her life, and yet ready for what we call a very tainted, roaring other world.
It was like a silence filled, random and purified butterfly ride.
Even if it flaps its wings, there is only one small probability of a tornado somewhere. But this was what we consider diversity, the women sitting at a grave, was so quite, it appeared like there is a butterfly flying in one part of her mind, and a tornado on the other. And she gazed with a shine in her eyes like she wants the time to stop.
