HIDDEN BATTLES

Each man for himself!

Battling a different beast

Different swords

Different wounds  

A hidden battle within 

You know nothing about!

So dear friend! The heretic says! 

Be kind!! 

NARROW ME

In the comfortable corner of my embracing couch

Relaxing, reposing and rejoicing!  

I curiously wonder!  How long can this ignorant bliss last!

Trapped in the invisible net of my prejudice

Lost within the shadows of my own perception

How will I ever see, the magical magnificence of the morning sunshine?

With feeble eyes that only sees what’s in its mind

Hearing only those words which please the ear   

Believing blindly what " I " egocentrically choose

With Pleistocene senses and a selfish single-minded simplex brain

 Biased and incapable; to cope in the modern web of information

Seeking empty solace, in joining hands with those who agree

Yet claiming the unattainable trophy of the golden truth

Tell me! Oh mind making "me" !

How much narrower can my perspective be!

How much smaller can my bubble world get!  

BABEL FISH

Swimming in the sea of verbs and nouns!

With fins of grammar and gills of connotation!

Oh Babel fish!

From semantics to semiotics you flip your tail!

As meaning and metaphor follow your trail!

Irony and humour; content and consciousness!

Within separate bubbles of umvelt!

Communicating all that’s heart felt!

Evolving within a common semiosphere!

Into the oxygen of man’s social atmosphere !

Oh Babel fish swimming in the sea of verbs and nouns!

Master of language and messiah of communication!

How great is thy eloquence!

MIRAGES ON AN EMPTY MASK

Mirages appearing to and an empty mask

Who watches who, when no one does the task

No doer nor done; no feeler no felt

No player to play, the card that is dealt

If so great soul! Who is it asking, who am I?

In this world sans intentional stance

Does “self” perform a delusional dance?

Zombies marching on fate’s unfortunate belt

Or deluded bubbles trapped in their own Umwelt

But epiphenomenal fools can we be? 

Yet beyond the semiospheres do we ever see?

Problems such of agency

Free will, Soul, and clemency

Can we but wonder!

With bubble brains and divisive thought

Can we  see beyond our  inherent blunder?  

As no single word can spell the truth

And no single tree can bear a composite fruit

No divisions can describe the interdependent whole

No Components and parts can make a unitary soul  

Thus Life, magic and consciousness

Are but illusions clarified by emptiness

Biases of completeness and sufficiency

Blinded to the blind spot efficiently  

Thus are the illusions of self and sentience!

Mirages playing on the blank  screen of emptiness!  

Life, magic and consciousness!

DANCING LARVAE

Dancing larvae in the palace pond

Look what you become!

 

Little monsters driven by unfortunate fate

Feeding remorselessly on royal blood

 The royal blood of the king!

Oh winged warriors of dirt and disease

Even if you change form, and choose to reform

Even if you become noble in trait

Can you ever become, the almighty king?

Ideas and passions, you may have many

But how limited is your destiny!

Oh ,dancing larvae in the palace pond

Just drink your blood and be merry!

IMPERMANENCE, PHILOSOPHY AND THE NATURE OF REALITY

Perception and philosophy are incomplete descriptions of objective reality. Like all perceptions and ideologies, my world view too is only a partial truth. Any philosophy or perception is still a reductionist's analysis of reality and hence it reduces the complex nebulous interdependent network of variables to  simplified chunks of manageable data that can be managed by our limited minds and its cognitive systems. Hence in my view any theory or philosophy is an oversimplification of  the nature of reality. In a sense it its partially true and partially false at the same time. According to my world view the impermanence that i mention is about conventional reality as experienced through our senses. However i can no way be sure that beyond my limited world view there could be an ocean of permanence and yet, it may be beyond my perceptual abilities. Thus i can only say , and that too only conventionally, that whatever i perceive within my bubble universe(umwelt) is impermanent. Also this impermanence refers to only to a world of actualities where reality arises from the collapse of the possibilities. In conclusion my view could be summarized as that, all philosophies, including this one are over simplifications of the truth, and actual reality is too complex and beyond comprehension to be contained in human labels of permanence and impermanence

A THOUGHT ON THOUGHT

Am I just a thought, Am I just a reverberation

A self perceptual module in recursive contemplation

A hobbesian trap in the ratty race of evolution

A mere survival tool? My only source of revelation ?

Oh venerable consciousness, aren’t thou too an illusion?

Perception and action; plan and ideation

Firing neurons building worlds of representation

Floating thoughts and sinking emotion

Are they too, just for ego's promotion?

Bubbles bloating with semiotic information

 The Umwelt is the bubble world of representation

All that is seen and all that is felt; is all within the bubble of the Umwelt

Yet, so much is beyond and so much is not dealt

 Beyond every thought and beyond any representation

Beyond conventional life of procreation and recreation

There lies a multiverse sans interpretation

 A dynamic flux of interdependent creation

A World of dependent interpenetration

So don’t be stuck in the anasognosic illusion

Don’t you cling to the illusion of an independent and permanent self

When the world you live is an interdependent and impermanent non–self

For there is no permanent self; there is no permanent Soul

Being filled with love is life's only goal

I may be just a thought and I may just be a reverberation

But with Love,  "I am the Universe" in constant resonation