Wandering down a lush tree-lined grove,
\nWondering at the magic of the change of season \u2013
\nSummer, heating up life in its stove
\nWinter, preserving, cooling, making way for reason –<\/p>\n
Rash thought, sanguine reason, all collide
\nMixed in with birdsong and teeming life surrounding all
\nThis world, this society, this life, all so satisfied
\nAnd yet subject to instant separation \u2013 is there not a cure-all?<\/p>\n
Sweet words, harsh beliefs, deliberate signs,
\nWar and death, walking hand in hand with peace and the new-born
\nLife in a microcosm – a garden in bloom \u2013 it all aligns
\nThe miracle of existense \u2013 the wonder of each new morn.<\/p>\n
Philosophers come and go, explaining this quandary,
\nThe ordinary everyday human have their explanations too
\nNo one, no exception, has scratched the surface but barely
\nWhat to believe, what to pursue?<\/p>\n
An hour holds, in its fold, more magic, more discovery
\nThan a mind can unfold in an eternity
\nEach minute, full of mystery, yet so airy
\nA repeated moment, a repeated story \u2013 life\u2019s ditty!<\/p>\n
Moral? Right? Correct? Applicable? Nah – that is more
\nThan this world can make me hold \u2013 I survive
\nEach moment, my experience is my oar
\nAs I navigate time, each moment, my aim \u2013 stay alive!<\/p>\n
If answers I sought, it was to generate the question next
\nTangled threads are so much more pleasureable than organized spools
\nConfusion that leads to clarity, and allows for missed context
\nOpens more vistas than a life of rules.<\/p>\n
Walk now so we may run tomorrow,
\nKnowing not if the run is in a bog or meadow
\nFocussed on the run, do not give the bog a deathblow
\nFor what the minds seeks, may be in neither, but the credo<\/p>\n
Thank you, dear traveller, for joining my tail-chase,
\nA shared moment, a life no longer in vain-
\nThis glory, the spotlight \u2013 now in your showcase
\nEach moment, a new wonder \u2013 and a new coxswain!<\/p>\n
-Mani<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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