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Aug. 4th, 2016 05:47 am you who have seen the tragedy of a mighty river
Dying up in the sands
You who have felt distress at the ending of an entire childless family
Info the greying of time
Have you never,
Moved by the untimely sight
Of a mighty banyon tree, crown dismembered,
Roots exposed, trunk lying flat on the ground
Suddenly
Majestically
Come in alignment
With the vast workings of the Rudra hand?
Warfare is but the warped expression of humanity's eternal
fasination to unbecome
And
Unbecoming
To become eternal.
Lightning itself is too slow
To reach that place
The place thought must evaporate into, to be reborn
As omnipresent as
The omnipresent air
Breathing itself in and
Out.
;for those who would glory- desth must lose its novelty, and repulsion
Dying up in the sands
You who have felt distress at the ending of an entire childless family
Info the greying of time
Have you never,
Moved by the untimely sight
Of a mighty banyon tree, crown dismembered,
Roots exposed, trunk lying flat on the ground
Suddenly
Majestically
Come in alignment
With the vast workings of the Rudra hand?
Warfare is but the warped expression of humanity's eternal
fasination to unbecome
And
Unbecoming
To become eternal.
Lightning itself is too slow
To reach that place
The place thought must evaporate into, to be reborn
As omnipresent as
The omnipresent air
Breathing itself in and
Out.
;for those who would glory- desth must lose its novelty, and repulsion