Sometimes messages from the gods come when you are taking a break from prayers.
Just as a good TV commercial breaks you away from a sad TV show.
Here is an old TV commercial…
You can be rich
With no money to spend,
You can do everything
When you understand…
You can be mother
When you are a man,
Open up…
You know that you can…
Open your eyes
Open your mind
Open your thoughts
Don’t stay behind…
Open up, open up…let’s get there
The key is inside you
To open your mind,
You know what is out there
Your heart can’t be blind…
Open your eyes
And open your mind
Open your thoughts
don’t stay behind
open your eyes
open your mind
open your thoughts
Don’t stay behind…
Open up, open up…let’s get there
Erase all the borders
And start in your head.
Open your mind
To thoughts seldom said…
Open your eyes
And open your mind
Open your thoughts
Don’t stay behind…
Open your eyes
Open your mind
Open your thoughts
Don’t stay behind…
Open up, open up…let’s get there
I want to write a poem.
It is about a home
I spun in my imagination.
The walls of this home
are no taller than windows.
The sunlight pierces the glasses
to cuddle me until dusk.
The orange curtains and sunlight unite.
The maroon cushions blush.
From the abstract painting
a pair of eyes winks.
Doors frame the moon.
The chimes smile
when the wind throws a kiss.
Carnations, sunflowers, roses
drape the windows.
In autumn foliage is the carpet.
Flowers somersault in spring.
The garden is better half of the home
I always imagine.
We save electricity because it’s expensive. We save fuel for the same reason. We don’t worry about saving water, because it’s cheap. We kill forests and agricultural lands and on the corpses we build skyscrapers because those are the gold mines of Dark Age. We now grow plants to create biofuel. We choose biofuel over crops because biofuel will make us rich. Whatever we do, we do it for money!
We have lost sense of harmony and balance. We slaughter our planet every day, every moment, and every possible way. In fact, every now and then we find new ways to slaughter it. We passionately invent technologies that can do it efficiently and faster than ever.
Al Gore is right; we are trading our planet for a few gold bricks. The gold bricks that are just a tiny bit of this planet. We are greedy idiots; we don’t realize that along with the planet, both, our gold bricks and we will be destroyed.
In Hindu mythology there is a story, which very well explains our plight. There was once a king who asked the god for a boon. The boon was, whatever he touched should turn into gold. The boon was granted. He would touch food, and it would turn into gold, he would touch people and they would turn into gold. He once touched his wife, and she transformed into a gold statue. The guy died in a week from hunger, from thirst, from loneliness.
We have been granted many boons in the form of technology revolutions. It’s now time to face the consequences!
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The collective unconscious of humanity is inflicted with a curse that we mistake for boon.
Out of the womb I shoot forth, an arrow,
I surge, but only forward, Speed–
Life itself. Like Direction,
I race toward Inevitability–
Death?
Immortality?
Eternity.
While ignorance is bliss in many conditions, it deprives you of many blissful things in life, too. Majid Majidi’s films are one such thing. Majid is an Iranian film writer and director to whom a special person introduced me through Majid’s film Baran. I’m not sure how many film lovers know that Iranian cinema touches most sensitive cords of human heart, and from those cords it creates the sweetest music that we call love.
It’s true that I have not watched many films in my life just as I have not traveled to many places on earth. Despite limited exposure, I can confidently say that films like Baran are rare just as special moments of our lives are only few.
Baran is an extremely beautiful love story which can change your mind about love, if you think there is no such thing. It can bring you close to tears, if you are stonehearted; and it can establish your faith in goodness of those who have been called evil by some self-proclaimed authorities.
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