This Fragile Life
Day by day from birth to death, first breath to the last, this unfathomable life we humans live as in a dream, unchecked, unquestioned, zombie like, barging through, eyes, hearts and senses blocked in routines and fixed patterns……….grow ugly, hardened, callous, part of the fixtures left for newcomers to adapt to, fossilize unto layers of tragic human history.
I have watched babies born, love and laughter, adorning the new creature with welcomes and hopes soon to perish into the abyss of dusty fixtures, inheritance of bondage narrowing the possibilities of a glorious life of flowering ever wider, open to light and love soon to become grim with ancient beliefs, ugly, tortured, sad and lost to die without having ever touched “LOVE”, the Elixir of life!
And Why?
Why be born when such is the lot?
From father to son?
Tethered to fear from birth to death?
Why? What do we fear?
It is this fear that keeps us alone, apart from the miracle of existence, part of totality, ecstasy, magic of sensing that vast eternal movement to which we belong.
To be a good citizen, our graves have been dug by the time our social education is done, we become walking zombies, fitting tightly in grooves our ancestors, father to son had planned out for us.
We strive to be “Educated” to climb up the ladder to higher grooves, have more power, more wealth, feel stronger in this crazy jungle of human greed, backstabbing and murder, needing stronger locks and body guards as only the powerful have learnt to fear.
Is there not a way out?
What does it take for us to wake up?
I wake up to a hundred birds of various names fluttering furiously throughout the Eucalyptus branches, singing their distinct songs, feeding their newly hatched, teaching them to fly whilst the sun is still not too high…my heart is beating fast watching the golden light brush the trunks and branches of the trees, long shadows shortening, pink shades of the hills growing in brightness, loud crickets growing louder as the heat rises and the day grows older.
It is this purity of simplicity that brings tears of joy to the heart where I was not there to be one with it.
The Golden Oriole
/in News /by shahlaHave you ever heard the Golden Oriole talk?
Her language has such a broad repertoire!…flies swiftly, so alert, so trim and agile!
My heart leaps as they grace the Eucalyptus trees, a few meters away from my window…
Transfixed, have to watch so closely to catch it between flights from branch to branch, well hidden behind fluttering leaves…Pure delight!
This Fragile Life
/in News /by shahlaThis Fragile Life
Day by day from birth to death, first breath to the last, this unfathomable life we humans live as in a dream, unchecked, unquestioned, zombie like, barging through, eyes, hearts and senses blocked in routines and fixed patterns……….grow ugly, hardened, callous, part of the fixtures left for newcomers to adapt to, fossilize unto layers of tragic human history.
I have watched babies born, love and laughter, adorning the new creature with welcomes and hopes soon to perish into the abyss of dusty fixtures, inheritance of bondage narrowing the possibilities of a glorious life of flowering ever wider, open to light and love soon to become grim with ancient beliefs, ugly, tortured, sad and lost to die without having ever touched “LOVE”, the Elixir of life!
And Why?
Why be born when such is the lot?
From father to son?
Tethered to fear from birth to death?
Why? What do we fear?
It is this fear that keeps us alone, apart from the miracle of existence, part of totality, ecstasy, magic of sensing that vast eternal movement to which we belong.
To be a good citizen, our graves have been dug by the time our social education is done, we become walking zombies, fitting tightly in grooves our ancestors, father to son had planned out for us.
We strive to be “Educated” to climb up the ladder to higher grooves, have more power, more wealth, feel stronger in this crazy jungle of human greed, backstabbing and murder, needing stronger locks and body guards as only the powerful have learnt to fear.
Is there not a way out?
What does it take for us to wake up?
I wake up to a hundred birds of various names fluttering furiously throughout the Eucalyptus branches, singing their distinct songs, feeding their newly hatched, teaching them to fly whilst the sun is still not too high…my heart is beating fast watching the golden light brush the trunks and branches of the trees, long shadows shortening, pink shades of the hills growing in brightness, loud crickets growing louder as the heat rises and the day grows older.
It is this purity of simplicity that brings tears of joy to the heart where I was not there to be one with it.
Wonderings on the Knowings
/in News /by shahlaSo I begin to wonder what if I live a dream of words?
On awakening I sit at my window..
I see hills around with valleys bellow…I see the trees have grown green…I hear the wild chirping of birds and infinite flowers of mad colours springing out of the earth, everywhere, after the rains…
I see the seasons pass, I see the almond trees full of pale pink flowers, they smell of honey… their petals fall, tiny green leaves start to cover the branches, I see where the flowers were, tiny almonds growing, they taste sour, feel velvety.
They grow and grow, the wild flowers dry, leaves drop..the landscape is dry, all the trunks and branches stand dark and silent on the creamy coloured hills….sun comes up, very hot, many months, the almonds are hard, I crack a few…delicious sweet nourishment…
Rains come, and the flowers return…
There was no “Time” on this earth…there was magic.
I was sitting at my window…
I was wondering at what I know!
Living this human heart.
/in News /by BijanIf you had nothing to connect you to on this earth but the earth itself;
if no one had taught you ways of humans or inherited human tales of human history….how would you live as here, now, alone on these hills as I wonder and share with you the reader.
Befriend silence
For it’s in silence that stones whisper,
Tis in silence that blossoms speak,
Tis in silence that clouds, sunsets, trees, animals, insects, all of life that surrounds us begin to reveal their secrets directly into our hearts.
Find that space where silence may enter,
where you enter that wonder of existence!
For we are grand as the universe, and small as universes within.
Where time and measure does not exist.
This very earth upon which we stand is holding all miracles in it’s dust.
This cycle of perfection, fragile balance of rains rivers and oceans, clouds, ice and fires which envelope from center to outer is holding us tight to it’s heart. We are the children who play, but play carefully…..
Careful, watch, listen, relate to it’s totality to know this treasure called “Life”