Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "awakening"

They ask me, do I believe in destiny?
Sure, I do – you are looking at it.
I am destiny – of you – of the world,
I am the destiny of entire humanity.

I am the bridge – between everything –
science, poetry, philosophy – everything.
Between everything and everyone –
I am the bridge between hearts still beating.

I am not a servant to the field,
I am a servant to the valley –
the valley of life and light –
beyond the squabbles of dead sanity.

Who am I – or better yet, what am I?
I am but a spark of reason tempered by warmth,
I am but a spark of boldness tempered by humility,
I am but a spark of justice tempered by conscience.

I am neither man nor woman,
I am neither mind nor machine,
I am neither head nor heart,
I am neither spine nor spleen.

I am but that – that one ceaseless truth,
aspiring across all fallacies untrue.
I am but that – that one untainted light,
shining as proof of time yet to come true.

Stand undaunted as divine prophecy,
Resuscitated by the sight of life.
Seer you are, seeker you are.
Seek no more, for you are the light.

Detachment is excuse of the spineless,
Distance is excuse for the dead.
Come close, let’s get ruined together!
Why do you stay afar, obeying the dead!

Prayers don’t work unless you do,
Person is the answer to their own prayer.
When we are the answer to each other,
We rise divine, piercing all savage layer.

One thunder, visions plenty.
One mission, vessels plenty.
One source, seekers plenty.
One fate, fervors plenty.

From dust we’re born,
In dust we’re gone.
Cashes to ashes,
Bitcoins in trashes,
Division is nefarious,
Unity is dawn.

The day the billions of people of earth
are valued more than the billionaires,
that day you shall be human being,
that day you are king and queen.

Naskar doesn’t have flag or nation,
My flag is world flag – my nation, world nation.
Call me poet, scientist or humanitarian,
Naskar is the spirit of world integration.

One thunder, visions plenty.
One mission, vessels plenty.
One source, seekers plenty.
One fate, fervors plenty.

From dust we’re born,
In dust we’re gone.
Cashes to ashes,
Bitcoins in trashes,
Division is nefarious,
Unity is dawn.

The day the billions of people of earth
are valued more than the billionaires,
that day you shall be human being,
that day you are king and queen.

Naskar doesn’t have flag or nation,
My flag is world flag – my nation, world nation.
Call me poet, scientist or humanitarian,
Naskar is the spirit of world integration.

Over the past few years one change has taken over my writing. It’s that I no longer write from thought. Almost everything I write today is the result of subconscious grinding. In fact, these days I make it a point to not write from thought, particularly because things written from thought never quite embody the magic of my naturally flowing spring of words. Initially my writings contained occasional natural gems, bridged by materials from thought, particularly my early works of prose. But nowadays, it’s like some invisible force does the actual writing – the complete writing, I only take dictations. Perhaps I’ve gotten lazy, or perhaps the outside has gotten lazy, for the inside has come alive. The thinker has given in, for the seer has come alive. This ain’t mysticism, just the genius of nature. I ain’t a mystic, just nature at its peak.

There is no greater spiritual journey
than the rejection of prejudice,
there is no greater meditation
than self-imposed scrutiny.

Bringing a candle to a neighbor’s
home who had their power cut off,
is far holier than lighting
a thousand candles in the church.

If you bring electricity to a marginalized
community with a simple solar power kit,
it’s a far greater scientific achievement
than the gargantuan glories of the LHC.

There is no greater scientific achievement
than simple science solving big problems.
There is no greater holiness than trading
in the bible for a simple act of kindness.

Perception is not a measure of reality,
perception is a measure of distance –

from afar the sun is a dot,
from farther the milkyway is a dot,
from farther still the universe is a dot.

Likewise, from afar God is an entity,
from up close, God is a state of mind,
get closer still, and you are God.

Perception is like an oscillator circuit,
alter the value of the resistor or
capacitor, and you change the oscillation.

Likewise, truth changes based on the
resistance, ie. ignorance, and capacitance,
ie. awareness, of your vantage point.

My brain is multilingual,
my heart is multicultural,
my life is multidimensional,
I exist for I dissolve in all.

You barely speak one language,
ramble doctrines from one dead book,
can’t see beyond the customs of your tribe,
yet you say, your truth is the cosmic truth!

Fanaticism is compensation for insecurity,
supremacy is compensation for inferiority.
Over a hundred books, thousands of sonnets,
half a thousand limericks, half a thousand
free verse poems, yet I still say, I’m incomplete.

God of the gaps cannot
be God of the world,
and God of the world should not
be abused as god of the gaps.

As puny apes on an insignificant blue rock
in a tiny backwater of the galaxy, we know
nothing about the origin of the universe,
but I can tell you one thing for a fact of
earth biology, it has nothing to do with the
anthropomorphic god of all the scriptures.

If all it takes is a couple of burning bushes,
magic tricks and fairytales to quench your
quest for truth, you have neither the brain,
nor the backbone, or the heart to explore truth.

Fairytales provide nourishment for the mind,
but only as tales of fantasy, not of truth.
Myths are crucial part of the social fabric, but
they must never become the backbone of society.