Guest guest Posted August 22, 2008 Report Share Posted August 22, 2008 Call it death Eyes closed, ears stopped hearing, heart seem to have stopped pumping, breath is only out with out coming in... Body is no more body but the earth trying to claim it back... Call it the end... thoughts disappear -- like birds in the evening sky world disappears in to darkness the Sun is setting, so is the mind everything is merging in to one whole round ball of clay --- the universe Deep within the thoughtless existence breathless, sightless, nothing but existence Call it magic I alone exist in the whole universe I have no feet to stand, no hands to grasp, no eyes to see, no ears to hear I can't eat, I can't sleep but I exist! I alone exist... As the glorious -- as the resplendent -- as the universe Call it crazy... Like a wave raising in the deep ocean, something stirred Suddenly I hear a mystic smile, from the known parts of the universe someone sent a message " you alone exist but who else is there to see your existence and call it your existence " Call it crazy.. Suddenly I felt all alone in the Universe, lonely I wanted to become many... Call it creation... --Madhava 21st August 2008 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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