No one is in control
The undeterred truth of life
The words that I write henceforth have arisen out of a necessity to remind myself and others of an undeterred truth that nobody, absolutely nobody is in control. Today I read
’s note in which he reminded me of Marcus Aurelius’ belief, that any transgression is a transgression against oneself. Thus, the choice to create a better universe or to break it down, stays with us. Alive is good. Asleep is bad. Many, I see, still choose to sleepwalk this dream that they call life. Entangled in the cataclysmic notions of systems, beliefs, ideologies, they dull themselves into a world which does not exist in reality. Reality is a party, to experience every bit as we float into this space. We created this jenga pyramid that chaotically forms its way up and up with no end in sight.
A slow destruction of nature, of ourselves while calling it progress riddled in cement. An inevitable emergence of sadistic machine-humans, always angry, always feared, always at war, with themselves and with the world around. A bedazzled generation of half-humans, finding it hard to turn around the tables of their own destiny, of their own choice. Unable to witness the great force within, which if let to speak freely can speak wonders.
Facing a void that they have created themselves by plugging onto these screens. I might plead to step back and keep aside all the troubles that you yourself have created, but if not you and me, then who will act?
All of us living a fantasy and inviting others to live in that fantasy while the real world trips and falls into the mechanistic hands that selectively change the landscape that not so long ago was accessible to all. We all were dancing on the beaches, in the jungles. We all had fun. Now, while we believe in the power of technology, we forget to believe in magic, in our own witchy heritage of spiritual mysticism, of the mystic element within religion, which connects us to ourselves. All singular individual Gods forgotten their purpose on earth. To have fun and live with a purpose. All lost in names, labels, beliefs, made-up constitutions and documents. We manage to create a barrier between me and you by introducing the ‘other’ as an actual thing when in reality there is no hint of it whatsoever.
Me, you, the one next to you, all of us doing things after things, till one day it dawns upon our spirits that no thing makes sense, nothing ever made sense. Life was meant to be lived and not dissected in bits and pieces. One day we are reminded that no thing will provide pleasure and seeking wont end. Only if we see the intensity of the nature, unmatched by human creation. The power of that thing which we call God. Singularity, the new religion among the ones who call themselves atheists.
Lets sing and listen to the songs of Gaia the grandmother who speaks to us all when we sleep. One day we will manage to live freely. One day we will dance through this madness and see for ourselves how stupid we were to take it all so seriously! One day we will come together and see the world as it is.
I write these short poems and then forget about them. Today, while surfing through some notes, I found this semi-poem which laid in the folder. So, I thought might as well share it with you guys…
If you are still here, I would take this moment to direct your attention to a book I have written. This book is almost 2 years in the making. In 2022 I left off on a walk across India and ended up walking 1800 km from Narvan on the west shore, to Visakhapatnam on the east shore. Initially to document the issues plaguing rural India, the project unfolded to become an unforgettable voyage of self-discovery; involving sleeping in unfamiliar places, venturing alone through the Naxalite insurgent jungles, and even being interrogated in a jail cell.
After contemplating on what is the right way forward, I have come to the conclusion that I will self-publish it. It is already with the printers and the first copies will be sent out all around the world this coming 25th. If you are interested in reading about my journey and supporting me to become a full-time writer, please consider buying “Journey to the East”- which is currently available through my website. www.ashutoshjoshi.in
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Beautifully expressed. Thank you.