Monday, August 27, 2012

Do me a Favor

3.57 am.
White glittering waxing and waning reflection of flaking snow descending slowly at a mild pace. The stars are minimal with faint light gummed with the red sky.  The moon sharp as a widow reflecting out of asylum.
A distant howl of a nocturnal carnivore who wants to feed again after monotonous interval of spheres.
Wholesome aura of deadness supported silently by the surrounding botany. A match lights up with intense struggle to flame a cigar and a candle, hilly breeze trying to eat the bones.Chilly breeze trying to eat the bones.
A discarded “Being” of society or a discarded society by a “Being” loves his new found elixir.
This can be West Russia or Alaska or maybe a location yet unknown for the support of mental frame.
The neighbor environment is of an intelligent terrain which is conducive for the “Being’s” ritual.
Una Paloma Blanka melody is hummed by the “Being” while engrossed in the “ACT”.  For it - is neither easy nor tough for the “Being”, an ACT, a process, an action free of any reason just like divinity does for itself asking reverence and commanding respect.
The “Being” is now a veteran at his forte and like excellence spread on the toast with a hint of salt pepper it is superfluous and river like.
They all (humans) need their reason but our “Being” carries it as a religious activity without question alike a mass conducted with regularity and discipline.
There is no monetary, physical, emotional benefit it desires. In the masses it camouflages easily because it is a ghost. No one bothers it, it bothers no one.
It=Being
The red fluid is spilled on the Whiteness of snow giving purity a serene sheen, sheen to the deadness we talked above; Tantra’s quote these colors as merging of Shakti (RED) with Shiv (WHITE). (METAPHORICALLY said)
The “Being” has just witnessed limit disappearing into infinity; there is no need of gore, shrieky panic and drama etc but just a pregnant sparky thought which does what is fulfilled moments ago. Mind rules our action and breathing rules our mind said the wise / & “Being” has mastered air management.
The fragrance of the “ACT” is encompassing as ether carries it to simultaneous epochs.
Uri Gellar did it his way by bending spoons. ”Being” managed by releasing life forces.
Babies are spared they are raw/ they are blank /they are naïve/ they live in indifference to happiness and fright. THEY FORGET.
New entries are made and the obsolete eaten away every day. Life-force plays hide and seek. The wholesome balance is still kept intact by a sublime process of birth and death.
In its neural catacombs the “Being” still lives every step it does to make the release - first mentally then in action.
Courts across believe that before the action is committed it is not a crime. Inside mental framework thoughts swim which are ascribed as harmless but right now someone is planning the ACT and our “Being “is getting alive in his/her cerebellum with limited scope as they still have reason as a crutch.
Lower species are not even emphasized or cared about before being annihilated but for human extinction they have a rehab system in place for the “Being”.
Anyone who crosses the line is bound to be doomed. We have a plethora of untreated corrupted scavengers who can be mass bombed, as they are termites rotting in their cubical cells except some who are genuinely shining with experience of living the “Being”.
Newspapers call it murder, killing or execution and they are precisely accurate because all the doers of the ACT don’t have the balance to do the ACT godlike, these are impatient aggressive bastards who do it because of some low grade calling such as for money or revenge or something - a feeling attached, our “Being” has surpassed these stages, Kasai is near cousin maybe but even he is doing good by feeding janta with animal loafs.

Our “Being” is just an ACT-man with no motive; its reason is the ACT and living it.

I have been pondering if this “Being” is a state of mind of many sane people who we see each day, who are doing the blank act inside them like a programmed flowchart process yet the action will may or may not happen, chances are of very less materialization & even if it emerges It will be a private affair only known partially by the glance by some other member of fraternity who are undergoing the process of living the ACT and mutating into the state of “being” , they say it recognizes similar and alike.
Other than just the release by the “Being” this proposition may deem fit for any other ACT negative or positive as perceived till now by masses, but done in a unique way with immersing in it and not driven  but driving the ACT saintly & sanely.
1930’s said deconstruct & reconstruct - kill all boundaries u knows. Be anew. MY take is of a small humble little poke.
Do the unthinkable.
Reason - till now what is - is unthinkable!!!  Just what seems familiar is all alien. Conditiong destroyed us. And yet some were able to destroy conditioning.
Discover Alien Experience.

Note:
Age is a number to again pin “The Being” but can be anyone above 15 because before that faculty of love is strong and feelings of good & Bad do exist but then all this starts evaporating as water wells in Rajasthan for the unique life-force manifested in some chosen humans.
In one line this deals with killing a human.
The introductory geography makes the mind attuned to sublime forces but then it sprawls ahead inside the “Being” who is the doer,
The act can be anything and is not only restricted to killing and its known repercussions. It should apply to any action as variable encroaching the pro’s and con’s perceived till date for that ACT.
It is up to the reader how to find newness in the old process of any “ACT” and our conditioning regarding it and maybe wanting to go to the mental state of the “Being”.

Kili Kili .




Thursday, February 9, 2012

Blast

Joining the circle holding hands tightly they watched the bright light over their heads, straight up… No one blinking, it was a situation of awe of mere tran(sand)ance…

Time had stopped it was frozen for all 4 of them a loud echo of a longing female voice in the background fading and emerging in crest and troughs. there is no sky or earth for the preliminaries to form an acquainted platform which is a trickery by the mind to find support but not this event is not even suspended in oblivion it is very much real,, I pinch you now u my man, just ahead, and hey boy, did u feel it ..
the deep in ur skin thing I did it just now… and with the intensity it came, it now lingers with a sweet memorable aftereffect like the after taste of mint.. the slight twitch of tongue feels it.

A drop of mercury has just got separated from the main element and if u compare both they both are complete and potent, the drop comes from the main element but isolated it is the main element if the main mercury vanishes then none but it "the Drop" suffices.

A monochromatic ray of sound without any drums and bass to support it adrubtly stops to give space, pregneant to start again, as if you are standing on the edge of a sledge and I push it just on the edge and it goes down, u indeed want it to roll and go down but there is a bit of hesitation the fear in the stomach justified and has its place but once done u want it repeated till infinity as an addiction loop processing itself,

coming back to the original premise of the bright light the people in the circle have vanished - oh you didn’t realize u moron, in the between time till I carried you away in the willies and woollies of my enticing passages of sweet nothings they were all prepared to be submerged into that big round color less mass. Also to mention initially it was white but then it was not supposed to be.. it can have its own will. Why only humans would do that and feel exclusive. The event is such which is hard to transmit.

The band is loud on the background with fast beats remixed local style and the Indian groom is going on the horse face covered the mayhem following him Irony at its best. On the contrary the owl sits quietly in peace but "ALERT" in great darkness in large fields. Watching human less eons.

Are we ready for the unknown.

It(unknown) seeps in slowly so we feel comfortable but over time the arena is again new compared to the old. Time makes it seemless. And we in coma don’t give a damn fuck.

How beautiful ///// \\\\\\

Laila Lee.