Life on the one hand
All the dead on the other
Which is real for you?
The cold frost grudging
the rosebud’s soft innocence
will choke and wither.
As weeds throttle plants,
the child, society moulds.
Abomination.
Expressions - Bhagwad Jal Park
My thoughts, haikus and freelance musings
Life on the one hand
All the dead on the other
Which is real for you?
The cold frost grudging
the rosebud’s soft innocence
will choke and wither.
As weeds throttle plants,
the child, society moulds.
Abomination.
Is the ” dead ” any less sacred than ” life ” ? Look carefully at a ” dead ” leaf. Is it any more less beautiful, or does it have ” less ” value then a “live ” one ? All come from the One Source. Even that ( notice the small “t ” ) which bestows ” life ” comes from This Source, for it is only a life giving entitiy. Today it is termed ” prana “.