Some day at 4.30 AM.
Thoughts wander over sublime ocean of silence beneath which are buried all the answers. Hovering but with inability to penetrate the silence. Such a conflict. Does this conflict produce the energy which sustain the existence or this conflict is the cause of misery produced by our stubbornness to cling to past. Stubbornness which forces us to read what is not written.Hear words which were not spoken. Turn us blind to written words. Turn us deaf to spoken words. See what is believed. Live what is believed. Above all be proud of this inscrutable living.
Mystery of existence, which even if seen, can not be brought to surface.
Such a conflict. Or is it another wandering of thought. Apparently it is. The question which has no concern with this body or its survival is only thought wandering for anchor. Any anchor.
Now second dog has barked and pushed away the first from its territory. Few birds chirped and flew away. Dawn is not far. Let me catch a nap to see if it is silent in there, now.
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Relativity of truth is more complex than light.
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Yes, I tend to do proof reading only after I have it “send.” Learning to do better though.
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🙂
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was referring to self, thanks bhallaji for the correction
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sorry literary lew 🙂 I can do best proof reading after hitting send
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Do not worry. I did it for you. And thanks for understanding our plight.
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agreed literary lew. very beautiful wandering thought which is close to reality. itz really difficult to see what is written and hear what is spoken when unwritten and unspoken are what we like to hear.
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Nice. And you demonstrated a poetic flair that you have. Do you ever write poetry?
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As stated above, I woke up with those thoughts which I punched into my phone and went back to sleep. In fact I wonder if I could write properly because my object is to communicate which is not very successful.
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Oh, I think you are very effective at communicating…even when you think you aren’t.
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