small satori at work

Faith is tested time and again Faith remains, tests fail.

I often talk to myself in public through the social media. Many others do as well, its a daily obsession. No one is listening to anyone, no one is sensitive to anyone, all are in their own mental conversions. Excessively some, meagrely others... Meaningless dialogues

No distance so far away Nor the distraction strong enough The diversion vices I long to cultivate, too don't really stick Dwelling deep in me, this madcap thought never leaves, Ah! This is my 'muse', I finally get the meaning!

It is often disagreement, avoiding certain issues, discussions, can result in disagreements being avoided or relationships still sustained. Disapproval of actions may need distance and time, perhaps the actions change, but distance help. Human hate stems from insecurity or anger or jealousy, all internal challenges. Disagreement and disapproval needn't result in human hatred, but it does as there are far too many insecure persons everywhere.

'the tree is my sister' says a friend sharing the joy of a new discovery. what a space to be in! just as she discovers the joy of the new relationship, i wonder how long does it take for humans to discover and relate to all other species. 'anthropocene' renders such a deathly self-proclamation. 

restore me this sunday

month of many presentation, sharing of thoughts, 'inspiring' said someone, 'thank you' bowed another, 'give us more of the "wow" moments' said an elderly one. deep reflection amidst excessive action, i haven't recorded many of these... looking deeply into the eyes of a very elderly person sharing the idea and sincerity, looking the eyes brighten up with hope, looking into the eyes of an academician sharing new form of learning watch the excitement grow and sparkle in creative energy, looking into the eyes of the young and confused the first dawn of semblance of confidence, looking at the eyes of a curious visitor and watch the curiosity grow into interest and deepen into conviction and the struggle the person, has to go through to sustain the dis-interest and detachment, looking into the shifting eyes of a friend, as they try to avoid contact in wantonly misinterpreting what is stated... observing eyes as i hold conversations