Pilgrimage Within

Our imagined orders of yesterday
Become our realities of today
As, Our stories of today
become our history for tomorrow

The facades we build
To support our social structures
Become our shackles
That hold us back

The myths we weave
To explain our ignorance,
Become our gospels
That lead us astray

The heroes we create
To overcome our fears,
They become our Gods
Whom we fear now

We become prisoners
Of our thoughts,
As our hopes
Become our dogmas

There is no Saviour coming;
Our salvation will come
When, we question our
Handed down wisdom

There is no Shepherd coming;
We will know our direction
When, in the quest for knowledge
We open our minds

There is no  Charioteer coming;
Our enlightenment will come
When, in search of our true self
We start the Pilgrimage within.

- Krishna
Inspired by "Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind" by Yuval Noah Harari.

Spring in the Dessert

Being Curious

The Human Abstract - William Blake

William Blake's 'Songs of Innocence and of Experience' is a collection of contrasting poems. Songs of Innocence is about childhood and the early stages of innocence and Songs of Experience is the counter to the Songs of Innocence and is about the loss of that innocence in the process of growing up with exposure to the adult world.

A wonder is "The Human Extract" from Songs of Experience:

Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.

And mutual fear brings peace,
Till the selfish loves increase:
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the grounds with tears;
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Caterpillar and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree;
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the Human Brain.

The Human Abstract - William Blake
From - Songs of Experience -1794

Life:

An album,
Frame after frame
And like those old frames
It fades ever so slowly.
The older it gets,
Sweeter it becomes.

A garland of memories
So carefully collected
And delicately strung
It dries, it withers
All that remains is the fragrance
that lingers behind.

A shore full of foot prints
left behind for time to erase,
wave after wave.
The shore is long,
Footfalls are many
But Time is tireless.


Relationship:
A word, a look, a frown, a second
The wound - till I die.

A word, a look, a smile, a second
I flower - till I die