Jagriti Rumi
Calm Day
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Shiro Kasamatsu’s Woodblock Print |
Today is a calm day, I believe and thus, it is a calm day. Sunlight is pleasant and my cows are happy. What is making me smile is the greenery. I’ll climb this mountain one day, as for now I am glad to just witness it. Are the clouds coming? I can’t see it, can you? Pshaw! What is not in the present is not present and the past is past. And my ukulele is my ukulele, which now I’ll play.
Yodel-Ay-Ee-Oooo…”
“Only a few arrive at nothing, because the way is long.” – Antonio Porchia
Spirituality




[Source – Pixabay]
To keep walking is hard. Repeatedly dying on the way is a normal occurrence, but no less significant.
What breaks the heart often is not the crude world or a passer-by, but the heart itself. It allows itself to be crushed.
And as funny as it may sound, the truth doesn’t change that the heart also heals itself.
Let us keep aside the magical part for it blindfolds the ones with sightless minds and talks about reason and logic.
Oh! But that is already done – heart breaks itself and heals itself… very straightforward indeed. Brain, heart, brain, heart… and this is the journey.
Carrying on kills, but so does not-carrying on; carrying on also gives you a chance to live and to experience the universe. It is a long, long, long journey and then you reach nothing.
At nothing, you become everything.
Read about Antonio Porchia, the Argentinian poet here.
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I Am With Miss S. Bhattacharya
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Miss S. Bhattacharya dressed as a warrior or a queen, I guess. She likes to dress up, okay. It is an old photo. |
You think the King Remembered What He Was Supposed to Remember?
You’ll be dust one day, and completely forgotten.
My sons will carry my family name. We are the royals. Cheers to me!
Your sons will be dust too, and never talked about, ever.
My public worships me. I shine in gold and silver, I am the one they write about. Sing to me!
Once dust, you’ll become a name in a chronological list of the dead kings.
I am a just king, blessed by the almighty.
You think you’re immortal?
No. I know I’ll die one day.
Like all the others.
Like all the others…
Just remember this.
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Image by Daniel Reche from Pixabay
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