Thursday, April 20, 2006

*big wall of text crits you for 37612 damage*

On Unkarma

Consider this: whilst most people subscribe to the ideology of Karma being a force of consequences, I have, upon considerable ponderance, augmented this viewpoint with the belief that Karma is an internalised force, rather than an external universal power subtly enmeshed with the fortunes of man.

To analogise first in the extreme: a man raped another man's wife. She was badly brutalised and her husband, in a fit of rage, killed the rapist. Subsequently, the husband was convicted of manslaughter (or whatever) and the beleaguered wife, in her sorrow and despair, took her own life. We could then say, that the rapist got his just dessert, and the husband - for killing the rapist - in turn, received his own. Universal justice prevailed, or rather, the system of Man did. If we were to turn this around, who is to say then, that it was not a debt of Karma the wife had paid? Whence then, flows the direction of morality? Is not morality, the fundamentals of our commonly-perceived form of Karma?

If an orphaned kid in Timbuktu (or insert wherever), hungry and desperate in a sun-baked city, is to steal a pie from a local vendor, and subsequently falls sick from the pie (because stealing, by all of society's normality, is an aberration of the "good" laws) would that be considered a divine retribution? Do not unto others, what you want not unto you. We've all heard that before, but is it possible to practice when there are people, children of the world, lost in a living purgatory? How then, do they redeem themselves when destiny chucks them away in a corner of a world where they are the targets of Providence and good will? If you exist on a level where the paradigms of morality blurs, who is to judge your actions? What is to justify your actions? How could you be faulted, for trying to survive?

The boy who steals an apple is a bad boy. So what about the boy who steals an apple for his dying mother?

And to the discerning, the compassionate, we might look at the little boy and say: "It's ok, here, take this money and bring a doctor to your mum" but where then, did the little boy's karma debt went? What about the vendor who lost his earnings, who might, in turn have a family to feed? Does subjectivity then trivialise morality? Is it okay to do things as long as it is justified? Is the univeral powers oft-lenient to the well-reasoned? How then do you claim universal justification? Who is to say that the rapist is not justified, due to this uncontrollable urge, augmented by the (in his mind) salacious tauntings of the wife? Surely, the husband is justified in killing the rapist! Is it okay then, to say that you are unredeemable just because of circumstances? That things happened, beyond your control?

Thus, when all external reckoning fails, we must look inwards. In the end, society's basis of morality must fail. Society does not equate to spirituality/morality, and yet the forces of status quo enroach every aspect of our judgements. The rapist must be the aggressor, the little kid is forgivable. From where do we draw these conclusions? Is there a common benchmark of morality that sleeps within our subconcious? Why is it that we frown upon someone hurting another, yet remain agreeable when we inflict the same pain onto the aggressor? A death sentence for the murderer, it's only logical, isn't it? Or is it?

To understand the root of karma, I'll ask you to look at a tree in the autumn breeze. A falling leaf sways to the undulations of the breeze, it does not falter. It will reach the place where it must, be it on a rock or a patch of water. It will decay, return to the earth, nourish the tree and be reborn as a new leaf. It will perpetuate this cycle of life, persisting in the wind, until one day, it returns as a seed: whence it'll fall to the earth, where it waits to become a new tree, or not.

So of Karma I'd say that it is not a force of judgement, but of choice. Karma is born not from your actions, but in the process of your decisions. Karma is the force of morality sleeping within your psyche, where instances of righteousness and avarice is fought on the battlefield of your soul. Karma never returns to haunt you, because you will go where the wind blows, and whether a new tree will grow, only you will know.
So next time, please stop and think before you say to somebody with a naughty tinkle in your eye,

"Yeah, you probably deserved it."
"Let us all be unto the lotus."

deconstruction of a falling star


Maybe I will find you one day,
and we shall sit under the withdrawing sun;
softly, quietly, painting our memories an eternal shade.
Maybe you will fall in love with me,
and I shall open my soul to this -
blossoming unknown;
gently, anxiously, awaiting the colours of my love's dawn.

Saturday, March 18, 2006

a day of maroon

A Day of Maroon



Bland weather, soupy skies.

I imagined raindrops on the windowpane, today, when I woke up to this silence: invisible lines meandered with a pitter-patter softly drumming in my head. The world was a soggy mess of colours. The air - a frigid humming from the conditioner. I sat in bed for awhile, thinking about the things you could do in the rain, or in bed, or dead, but I felt as if I was being translated somehow: the voice in my head felt distant and spoke in harsh whispers back to myself. Like I needed justification for my thoughts; like I was on this huge, fucking, stage.

So maybe we are all actors. You and I, my love. I sat on the beach and dipped my finger in the clouds, drawing a god in the sky that only I could see - replete with a top hat and this crazy grin. You drummed your fingers at me, impatience seeping out of your skin. I smiled like how I imagined it to be, but I was hating it - like invisible raindrops; like crazy, fleeting dreams.

And when I walked down the streets, I saw beasts playing the lead. I looked into the mirror and liked what I see, though horns and pitchforks are so last year, I must admit. Maybe this is one fucking comedy.

Yeah, that's it.

Maybe I'm just missing the script.

Friday, March 10, 2006

How To Catch The Man of Your Dreams:

1) Eat alot. All the time.Divert the sins of the mind down the path of indigestion.

2) Invest in a good, reliable astral net.Best woven from newborn dreams. Spare no expenses.

3) Sever romantic connections with all men in the physical plane.The real world fades away but into a trickle of the mind. Such earthly ties dim the luminescence of extra-planar relations. Avoid at all cost.

4) Yield not to your passion.The ethereal persists with desire; what lasts forever must diminish with the completion of your being. Do not let the hole in your soul be sated and you shall gain eternity.

5) Take to flights of fancy.Dance under the starfall of a meteor-rise; tell him the beauty of the gems that are his eyes. Carouse lightly in the dream-mist separating the worlds and survey the limitless horizon on the rings of the galaxy.

6) Do not ask for his number.Should the no-world collapse under the weight of your opalescence, you will find that it is best to leave no strings behind.

6.2) Never be friends.When all is said and done, and should passion fail to ignite; fade away and smile with all the sparkling whiteness in the void of your no-mind.

7) Do not fall asleep.Slumber weakens your gnostic affinity, thus reducing the chances of your meeting a ready dream-man.

Should you find yourself unable to persist in the dreaming world whilst awake, abandon your perceptual system and undress yourself to the moon, keeping in mind that the noise of your breath is a thunderous rancor that must be silenced for the voice of your love to soar.

Vow never to breathe again and you shall reach your dream-man shortly.