This Is Us
Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share.....
The skies stay grey here.....darkening sometimes, funneling.......storming.....
Water below catches the pageantry uneasiness as high tide....rises up, crashes
hard...frothing up as rabid fangs. Ocean tries to mirror the reflection by turning into a metallic liquid that looks menacing, uninhabitable....sequestered.
Sky is desolate & life in water quivers deeper to survive...day after day There are but only flickers of calmness..when the sky cracks up to let in the sunlight....encompassing the entire planet in gold. Water returns to it's candor of cerulean beauty...........................briefly.
Breathe, breathe, breathe...........take it in forcefully.....let it out slow.....abate it like a waning moon....it would have been conceivable only if it could have lasted for few days.....at best.
Passengers riding the boat have learnt the infernal dance of chthonian....only but to survive the sulfurous star. Baffled as to where they come from...bewildered as to where they are headed too.
Adrift, aloft.....
The ceaseless Dead Reckoning......Nobody stops to think..........the eminent dilemma hitting right on their faces every single breath..... WHERE TOO? WHAT FOR?
Some in the cabin, some on the deck, some in the galley......everyone inboard on the same hull. Doing their jobs, competing, performing, bantering and disputing.....waging wars.
Satellite hasn't sent any pictures of habitable habitat yet.....still anticipating the odds.
However that gold of sunlight that peeps every few moments are the precious minutes worth living for. It is nothing but enchanting, worthy of glory, enamoring. The happiness in that moment stays abound. The captivation is almost hypnotic. But the odds on the deck keep us preoccupied it's a race after all....relentless battle.
Significant & mundane are like two giants weighing in on us with their enormity. Nefariousness of one decides the delight of having the other in our lives. Absence of their singularity begets their individuality.
Rationalizing it has always kept us unhinged.
All in all a mind boggling illusion.
Footnote: An analogous story of a contingent peek in the mind of every being. Me as I sip my morning cup of tea. You, when you try to make sense of what you just read. :)))
That momentous clarity that comes to us as a bliss & gives us a glimpse into who we really are before we return to our amnesiac tendencies doesn't have to be this elusive.
Chasing it has only made it ephemeral....may be it's time to sit back steady & patient so that it finds us.....and we really learn to LIVE.
Annotation: ArtInCrochet blog has one common thread that connects all the stories as pearls in one common context of persistent reflective thoughts.
The skies stay grey here.....darkening sometimes, funneling.......storming.....
Water below catches the pageantry uneasiness as high tide....rises up, crashes
hard...frothing up as rabid fangs. Ocean tries to mirror the reflection by turning into a metallic liquid that looks menacing, uninhabitable....sequestered.
Sky is desolate & life in water quivers deeper to survive...day after day There are but only flickers of calmness..when the sky cracks up to let in the sunlight....encompassing the entire planet in gold. Water returns to it's candor of cerulean beauty...........................briefly.
Breathe, breathe, breathe...........take it in forcefully.....let it out slow.....abate it like a waning moon....it would have been conceivable only if it could have lasted for few days.....at best.
Passengers riding the boat have learnt the infernal dance of chthonian....only but to survive the sulfurous star. Baffled as to where they come from...bewildered as to where they are headed too.
Adrift, aloft.....
The ceaseless Dead Reckoning......Nobody stops to think..........the eminent dilemma hitting right on their faces every single breath..... WHERE TOO? WHAT FOR?
Some in the cabin, some on the deck, some in the galley......everyone inboard on the same hull. Doing their jobs, competing, performing, bantering and disputing.....waging wars.
Satellite hasn't sent any pictures of habitable habitat yet.....still anticipating the odds.
However that gold of sunlight that peeps every few moments are the precious minutes worth living for. It is nothing but enchanting, worthy of glory, enamoring. The happiness in that moment stays abound. The captivation is almost hypnotic. But the odds on the deck keep us preoccupied it's a race after all....relentless battle.
Significant & mundane are like two giants weighing in on us with their enormity. Nefariousness of one decides the delight of having the other in our lives. Absence of their singularity begets their individuality.
Rationalizing it has always kept us unhinged.
All in all a mind boggling illusion.
Footnote: An analogous story of a contingent peek in the mind of every being. Me as I sip my morning cup of tea. You, when you try to make sense of what you just read. :)))
That momentous clarity that comes to us as a bliss & gives us a glimpse into who we really are before we return to our amnesiac tendencies doesn't have to be this elusive.
Chasing it has only made it ephemeral....may be it's time to sit back steady & patient so that it finds us.....and we really learn to LIVE.
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