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Running in a Circle
The day came
When the hands in the tree
Could not hold the flowers any more
And they fell to the ground
In thousands
Decorating the soil below for a while
Until the phase of visarjan (de-generation) kicked in
To transform them into dust
To bond with the dust around
To return to where they came from
To start the process all over again.
After a hiatus of living
Eating, fighting and making love
And grumbling about every thing
Under the sun
The body gave up the final burst of carbon dioxide
And silently invoked the phase of visarjan (de-generation)
Became offering
Either to the worms, fire and even to the vultures
And bonded with the dust around
Returning to where it came from
To start the process all over again.
((*.*))
May 05 2009
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