Butterflies
Creations and the Creators
How do they do it?
I Am Walking On An One-way Street
In My Mind’s Sky
It is All in the Packaging
Pandemic Infection
Parallel Universes
Purba Purusha
Revolving Door
Running Amuck
Salmon Run
Scary Thoughts
Seeing more by Closing Eyes
The Sentinel of Time
Shakyamuni’s Dance
Spider Web
Sunrise after the Snowstorm
The Barrier Reef
The Bipolar Oak Leaf
The Caged Bird
The Chariot of Life
The Creator and the Creation
The Dance of Disintegration
The Desire and Quest
The Force
The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine
The Land of Endearment
The Motion of Living
The mundane Day
The Quest of a lifetime
The Quest For My Present
The Reality Check
The Ritual of Re-initiation
The Show goes on
The Silence of the Night
The Story of a Candle Light
The Tale of Tails
The Tulip bud of the Afternoon
The Window to all Hearts and Mind
The world we live in
The Year of the Life
Truth is Nothing but an Inference
Uncommon within Commonality
Wild Mustard Flowers
Wild Mushrooms
Your Lover was Once a Stranger
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Creations and the Creators
Theories and speculations bound
About some thing that happened
Billions of years ago
When the universe was apparently created
Or
Millions of years ago
When the spark of life ignited
or
Even thousands of years ago
When god created Adam and Eve
And gave man the power
To rule the earth, the sky and the ocean.
Inside a really old extra large pond
Larger than the largest aircraft carrier
A miniscule fish speculates
About the person who dug the pond
And seeded the fish and why.
I wonder more about
The creations people do every day
The poets, the musicians, the painters
The scientists, the engineers and the cooks
The force that drives them to create
The pain of giving birth
And the patience for nurturing it
And the determination for protecting it
From an early demise
I wonder about
The talent that gets wasted
Due to lack of education, scope and support
Or just misdirected adventure into nowhere
Or just inertia of not doing any thing
but becoming normal human beings
The consumers.
Creation
An incessant current
flowing from odd places
From the mind of nuts,
Ugly, sick, bipolar or depressed human beings
Or just weird mad artists or scientists
A flow that they can not control
But produce and produce
Until they are summoned by the creator
To come home.
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January 24, 2007
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