Sun and earth, Moon and the madness
The moons madness had to fall on the accursed day. The evening spent on"the alchemist". The mush that is the brain has only gotten mushier. Raving lunacy. What has changed, what have we learnt, nothing. Yet here we are rambling again. No one will understand what we have written. T'was so written so as no one will understand, even the one who is supposed to.
The sun nourishes the earth. The sun must be in love, unrequited love. It can embrace the earth only by its warmth. A distant warmth. It giveth but it cannot take. Even if it breaths so much as a thought of seeking (or lets a yearning sigh), the third rock will be forever changed, burnt and scarred of its beauty. A violent scape of red and yellow, with no blue. So the sun has to be blue beneath all its feiry red and yellow. Blue yet happy as only someone who pines way can be. Hark the sun, see then it in a different light.
-thus sprung the ganges through the locks of rudra
2 Comments:
the first time i read "the alchemist", i said , "baaah"...but then i picked it up again an hour later and read through it again-this time around i couldn't stop my lacrimal secretions from smudging some of those words...
i loved the thing you wrote about the sun..
:o)
What happened to this blog? I know you've been busy of late, but write a short quip once in a while for people like me who like to read what you have to say :-).
And yes, I did it again. I moved. Don't know why, but I just did.
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