A Collection of Brief Thoughts
A manifesto, a diary, a crumpled reminder, and still a relevant love letter
Dear Future Sri
“The man who sees me in everything
and everything within me
will not be lost to me, nor
will I ever be lost to him.
He who is rooted in oneness
realizes that I am
in every being; wherever
he goes, he remains in me.
When he sees all being as equal
in suffering or in joy
because they are like himself,
that man has grown perfect in yoga.”
This is not just a golden rule, but a spiritual law. We are all Divine. We are all One.
Despite the thunderous air raids,
The cascading missiles,
The proud cannons,
And the wicked that sanctioned them.
Stood the child of Gaza.
Opening her eyes to the saga of global conquest
A child birthed in war
A child detached from peace
A child melting under foreign fires.
Trapped in the tragedy of tussle
The symphony of battle played on.
The child hypnotized by the dark clouds above her,
Resistant to run.
A soft tingle fell onto her arm, a charming black ash.
The shelter that once protected her shattered before her
Consuming her whole.
There laid the child of Gaza,
Closing her eyes to the saga of global conquest
The Child of Gaza
THE 2021 UPRISING
It's been weeks since the purge, but the fear remains. I remember the first day like it was yesterday. Everyone knew the trouble lurked in the waters, but nobody dared to manifest it. South Africa went to bed on a fine Sunday evening, and woke up to a sneak peak of Civil War on Monday.
I couldn't sleep. Every sound, every howl, every flickering light - triggered the panic. I have never felt so unsafe in my safe place ...