Random Musings

In Life's long journey, amidst myriad experiences, we tend to forget who we were at different phases of our Lives…versions of us that we may not even remember anymore…especially when the Present is overwhelming. I get a call from a college friend who gently walks me down the memory lane of bunked classes, cafeteria visits, movies we watched, professors, classmates, our judgmental nick names, peppering the conversation with bursts of laughter and slivers of joy that break through my grief. One friend visits and reminds me of my confident driving skills...something, I have all but forgotten and confidence be thrown out the window. To think, that deep down somewhere there does exist that confident version of me, seems almost unbelievable.  As we recount difficult life experiences, I am reminded of the strong and fearless versions of me, I now have no strength to recall. Another friend visits, reminiscing about my almost epically comic attempts at cooking, the adventurous holidays we u...

From Nothingness to Infinity From Infinity to Nothingness  Atoms traverse the Way Some caught in the Cyclical web Some breaking free  Becoming One with Infinity  Becoming One with Nothingness  Infinity And Nothingness  Infinity Or Nothingness  Infinity Is Nothingness  Nothingness is Infinity  Non dual...Not different Advaita

Do the Dots ever really connect Or is it just an Illusion  To let them live in ignorance  Each orbiting in their own thoughts Each believing they are interlinked Are the spaces in between a Separation Or are the spaces a Conduit  Linking everything Yet keeping them apart What is Real What is Illusion It's all in the Eye Everything Is...Nothing Is too

  The icy winds don't spare The Tree stands forlorn Bereft of all it's leaves Bereft of all that defines it Just a stump and some bare limbs A sad version of what it once was Now, nothing remains the same The icy winds blow No leaves left to cast away The musical  Wind Chimes ring The Leaves are all aground Slowly  Nourishing the roots as they merge The Leaves become the Roots Slowly The Tree will sprout green again The  Wind Chimes ring Reminding the tree Nothing ever really Leaves Everything Remains Just in a different way

The lines One no different from the other One just like the other All  seemingly inconsequential  Each on its own trajectory Each on its own journey Yet Each making a difference  Not ever knowing  Together they build The design forms The image sharpens The picture breathes    

The stark blankness sits forlorn The bold lines strive to fill the void The emptiness just becomes starker Is it the loud lines or The quiet spaces that make the picture Neither  Neither can do it alone Only the two entwined make it  Whole Only the two entwined exist as One