Little Buddha
male, 38 |
Windhorse Evolution
Cambridge / UK
member since 15.09.2007
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I am watching the falling leaves of my age.It falls down into the whirlpool of of cool wind.I sit here looking into the far horizon to take a full breath.Down in the valley I see the strange patterns of trees in this freezing winter,
Oaks,mapples,Birchs,Alders,Weeping Willows,Yews,Pines,Cidar,Cipress,Apples and a myriad barren branches with out leaves.I believe they are making hectic brush stokes for a romantic canvasss.I love this ever green ivys and Hollys.It brings the cool breeze of memories from my evergreen land.It remind me my gentle rain that makes tiny myriad ripples of my emarald green heart of the lake that contains a massive energies of the life.A canoe gently floats with full of straws from the golden harvest! Am I fortunate being as a human?Indeed when I see the amazing colurs of this nature,when I see my pretty birds flying across the sky enjoying their boundless liberation I feel my heart fills with the soothing melodies of delight.Look.. here the wind is cold but never hide the misterious whispers of my beloved nature as ever before.Time is faster.It feels to me as fast as the golden gleam of the burning Sun.How many autumns have passed,how many springs,how many summers,snowy winters and ice ages,I rarely think and feel guilty of myself.Am I submerged in samsara,the conditional existence?Life is so strange extreamely beautiful as well.Still I am walking alone.My eys are open even to the granule of ambiguous secrets.I listen the torrents of love,the ultimate spring that running down from the green mountains of compassionate hearts.I see it gathers no mass of delusions and the momentous shimmering light of material pleasures.Yet I feel my heart grew heavy at times.Am I searching for you?I feel your jasmine smell at times.I listen your gentle beats at times,I feel the feather touch of your warm breath at times,I feel my heart melts by the rays of your eyes,I feel the whole passions,emotions ,lust,love and compassion streaming down my cheeks as tears.Yes I am walking alone...Some times the memories plays the strings of symphonies in me.I remember the grass lands,blue peaks of mountains,clear brooks,amazing blossoms,butterflies...I see the swans,mallards,koots,cormorants,ghoose are swimming fearlessly on the misty misterious river yare,I see the tears of my great Nila,I listen the current of periyar surrounded with rainforest and the wonders of million wild flowers.I watch my pretty plannets and stars,orion,libra,great bear,syrious,jupitor,Mars...
But I feel a void! Believe me a strange sense of void that srangely making roost in me,penetrating the strings of mind! I want to find you.Look we are on the threshold of another year of unexpected happenings,May they be bliss,may they be ruins...I wish I find you somewhere near the glow worms flies in this beautiful land or far ahead where once my other part of life opens a door gently to the unknown esoteric world of secrets .Hey where are you?An Ocean of love I have kept it for you in my deep blue abyss and the misterious peaks where the souls of clouds whispers.I feel your tears...I feel your smiles...I feel your gentle beats....I painfully knew that you somewhere near hide looking into my eyes....the feathers of snow gently falls on my eyelids and wiping out the warm beads that streaming down.... |
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