Shasa Flows
578. Shasa Flows
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Grace not only droppeth from the heaven,
But from our forbears. The last 3 generations
Account for 90% of our genes... so then,
Why is life so ugly that we fight, without sense
With family? Are we internalising the maladies
Of the world that an indulgent mother alone can
Heal? 2016 I wrote a poem for Uma, who still sees
The world in a messed up light. We never ran
Away from living, but now the dregs to which we
Have falled is but an epoch. Our collective will
Is needed if we are to transform living, not be
Hardened to stone as the Asuras want.. for us to be still.
Jiddu dearest said become the flame, the ultimate flame
The Gaya-thri! (Body turned wick). Alas, poor humanity,
We've for the most part fallen into dissonance, lame
Are our excuses for not caring for one another. Gritty
And wiry must we become again to up and run with lance once more.
What good are action movies if the heroes within are fast asleep?
Wake up wake up, flex the piano loving fingers and play a mellifluous score,
Something from Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, who can alone make our innards weep.