In moments of absolute silence, something stunned me.
Yet again. :)
How amazing is the speed of the mind? Music plays in the background, music that makes sense now, but a million years ago, what were these words, sounds and tones, if not gibberish? This incredible discovery called music, enters your ear, with air being the medium. The senses know what it is, why it is and how it is. The brain perceives it as music, acknowledges it, lets it be. The brain loves the music, is so beautifully taken by it, that it has to inform those voluntary muscles to form patterns in air, as a muse, as a liking, as a sign of being absolutely immersed in it, the voluntary muscle abide by, like a loving canvas that is unmisted and accepts whatsoever comes its way. The voluntary muscles help your hand move, tap in synchronization, shrink in intensity and just suspend in awe.
All this in a millionth of a moment.
How beautiful is this? Why did it have to be this way?
No, don't sigh. I know how it functions, how the reflexes work, so on and so forth.
But why does it have to be the way it is?
I can't stay still but be astonished, at the epitome of intensity. In the middle of learning a programming language & treating my senses with the kind of music I love, it is inevitable but to write about this.
The eyebrows twitch to a narrow embezzlement, the eye lens move gracefully like the globe, the iris shrinks and expands upon sensing light, as though it were a child, lighting up upon seeing gifts. The chest moves rhythmically, from time to time, keeping away everything aside, responsibly doing what it's supposed to do. The voice in your head, reading this line. The voice box is still, how else does it exist? How else do you hear it? Being is so beautiful. To just be. To feel the pressure of the sunlight on your skin. The wind brushing across. And to identify what it is.
Look at yourself or a person next to you.
Look at the gleam in the eye. How the hair falls or sticks or lays. How the nails reflect in the dull light from the corner. How the nose crumbles adorably. How the skin puts up with the drama, when one gobble's up food. How the neck turns to notice even at the slightest of disturbance. How expressive their hands are.
Being is unbelievably magnificent.
The universe today.
Has come to drag me out of myself.
And take me.
Into its being.
© Deekshita Srinivas
The first day of the last two months of 2016.
14:54 pm.
Hungry, happy and resuming back to the programming language.
Yet again. :)
How amazing is the speed of the mind? Music plays in the background, music that makes sense now, but a million years ago, what were these words, sounds and tones, if not gibberish? This incredible discovery called music, enters your ear, with air being the medium. The senses know what it is, why it is and how it is. The brain perceives it as music, acknowledges it, lets it be. The brain loves the music, is so beautifully taken by it, that it has to inform those voluntary muscles to form patterns in air, as a muse, as a liking, as a sign of being absolutely immersed in it, the voluntary muscle abide by, like a loving canvas that is unmisted and accepts whatsoever comes its way. The voluntary muscles help your hand move, tap in synchronization, shrink in intensity and just suspend in awe.
All this in a millionth of a moment.
How beautiful is this? Why did it have to be this way?
No, don't sigh. I know how it functions, how the reflexes work, so on and so forth.
But why does it have to be the way it is?
I can't stay still but be astonished, at the epitome of intensity. In the middle of learning a programming language & treating my senses with the kind of music I love, it is inevitable but to write about this.
The eyebrows twitch to a narrow embezzlement, the eye lens move gracefully like the globe, the iris shrinks and expands upon sensing light, as though it were a child, lighting up upon seeing gifts. The chest moves rhythmically, from time to time, keeping away everything aside, responsibly doing what it's supposed to do. The voice in your head, reading this line. The voice box is still, how else does it exist? How else do you hear it? Being is so beautiful. To just be. To feel the pressure of the sunlight on your skin. The wind brushing across. And to identify what it is.
Look at yourself or a person next to you.
Look at the gleam in the eye. How the hair falls or sticks or lays. How the nails reflect in the dull light from the corner. How the nose crumbles adorably. How the skin puts up with the drama, when one gobble's up food. How the neck turns to notice even at the slightest of disturbance. How expressive their hands are.
Being is unbelievably magnificent.
The universe today.
Has come to drag me out of myself.
And take me.
Into its being.
© Deekshita Srinivas
The first day of the last two months of 2016.
14:54 pm.
Hungry, happy and resuming back to the programming language.
No comments:
Post a Comment