Three Easy Pieces
Posted Aug 23, 2005
Last Updated Jun 21, 2012
INFERNO.
Beside a lonely hamlet a dog is barking , chained to a post in a barren field. It is an evening time. The sky is red , strewn with streaks of blood of the dying day. The dog lets out a howl , born out of despair and futility of his life.
He hates his owner for enslaving him. He hates the flesh which he has to devour each day to appease his
hunger . He hates killings of other creatures to satisfy his lust for flesh , only just to perpetuate his existence. He hates his futile barking all day along.
A dark wind rose within his bowls and slowly winded up his belly like a python ; crushing his entrails , passing through his heart and reaching his throat. He lets out another howl of anguish. The sound reverberated among the hills and other small creatures shared that anguish.
He was beyond hope from human kind. Beyond his bestial nature , he longed for some sort of comfort , for a little warmth .He searched for small kindness or tenderness but alas he could not find any. Tears began to roll down from his muddy eyes across his cheeks. He prayed to divinity for his release , for some light relief in order to give some meaning to his wretched existence.
Crying , exhausted , he fell asleep.
In his sleep he felt that divinity have touched him but he could not comprehend it fully. It was too complex for his canine brain.
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THE NIGHT SPIRIT.
The spirit of the night spread out its mantle over the world and through its power of concentration
created a vast sea of translucent darkness which flowed like the lucid waters of the ocean of liberation.
It called forth its sister ‘ The Sleep’ and together they set forth to sooth the agonies of all the living
creatures. It descended on creatures moving in mountains , cities and wilderness and guided them safely to their night abodes. It protected them from evil , covering them with sheets of care and tenderness.
It toned down the harsh outlines of the objects and blended them with magical hues to paint a world of mystery and beauty, all in a supernal mode.
It gave a compassionate wisdom to beings, to control their frights of dreams and nightmares, showering them with breaths of peace and tranquillity. The further one went in pursuit of its habitation , the loftier becomes its dwellings. The deeper one felt , the firmer became its foundations.
These are the wanderings of the Spirit of the Night.
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THE POET.
The poet was creating verses but there was something deeper within his being which was
urging him to create poesy of some extraordinary amplitude , which will express the whole universe
through the labour of his fingers , into a concise poem.
So he kept creating unjustifiable pourings of his heart for which the universe had no need. The universe
Was like a stony hard entity which could crush his very life any moment and with it all his aspirations.
In his waking dreams , he felt that he had to continue to create in order to justify his existence and his place
within that mysterious manifold indifferent universe and even more to justify the very existence of the universe itself, perhaps through his scribbling.
He had to fathom the secret history of emotions , the hidden geometry of space and within the universe’s
solid structure he had to find a crack through which he could escape into worlds built on foundations
of poesy.
His verses became intricate patterns full of complicated contents telling of realities too deep for ordinary
folks to comprehend. He was shifted to a place from which no communication was possible anymore.
He was cut off from others by a wall of silence and found relief in a citadel of his own loneliness.
In the dusty corners of his room he found creatures lurking full of his musings , whispering to him deeper secrets and in the garden he found translucent shadows full of vibrant colours which elongated themselves in the evening sunset , to measure the dimensions of the planet.
The demons created by his mind began to inhabit the universe and put a curse on him as infinite as his own
sufferings. His verse became an expressions of his pain and reverberated though the space and
suddenly the universe cried back in an anguish sharing his agony.
Beside a lonely hamlet a dog is barking , chained to a post in a barren field. It is an evening time. The sky is red , strewn with streaks of blood of the dying day. The dog lets out a howl , born out of despair and futility of his life.
He hates his owner for enslaving him. He hates the flesh which he has to devour each day to appease his
hunger . He hates killings of other creatures to satisfy his lust for flesh , only just to perpetuate his existence. He hates his futile barking all day along.
A dark wind rose within his bowls and slowly winded up his belly like a python ; crushing his entrails , passing through his heart and reaching his throat. He lets out another howl of anguish. The sound reverberated among the hills and other small creatures shared that anguish.
He was beyond hope from human kind. Beyond his bestial nature , he longed for some sort of comfort , for a little warmth .He searched for small kindness or tenderness but alas he could not find any. Tears began to roll down from his muddy eyes across his cheeks. He prayed to divinity for his release , for some light relief in order to give some meaning to his wretched existence.
Crying , exhausted , he fell asleep.
In his sleep he felt that divinity have touched him but he could not comprehend it fully. It was too complex for his canine brain.
_________________________
THE NIGHT SPIRIT.
The spirit of the night spread out its mantle over the world and through its power of concentration
created a vast sea of translucent darkness which flowed like the lucid waters of the ocean of liberation.
It called forth its sister ‘ The Sleep’ and together they set forth to sooth the agonies of all the living
creatures. It descended on creatures moving in mountains , cities and wilderness and guided them safely to their night abodes. It protected them from evil , covering them with sheets of care and tenderness.
It toned down the harsh outlines of the objects and blended them with magical hues to paint a world of mystery and beauty, all in a supernal mode.
It gave a compassionate wisdom to beings, to control their frights of dreams and nightmares, showering them with breaths of peace and tranquillity. The further one went in pursuit of its habitation , the loftier becomes its dwellings. The deeper one felt , the firmer became its foundations.
These are the wanderings of the Spirit of the Night.
-----------------------
THE POET.
The poet was creating verses but there was something deeper within his being which was
urging him to create poesy of some extraordinary amplitude , which will express the whole universe
through the labour of his fingers , into a concise poem.
So he kept creating unjustifiable pourings of his heart for which the universe had no need. The universe
Was like a stony hard entity which could crush his very life any moment and with it all his aspirations.
In his waking dreams , he felt that he had to continue to create in order to justify his existence and his place
within that mysterious manifold indifferent universe and even more to justify the very existence of the universe itself, perhaps through his scribbling.
He had to fathom the secret history of emotions , the hidden geometry of space and within the universe’s
solid structure he had to find a crack through which he could escape into worlds built on foundations
of poesy.
His verses became intricate patterns full of complicated contents telling of realities too deep for ordinary
folks to comprehend. He was shifted to a place from which no communication was possible anymore.
He was cut off from others by a wall of silence and found relief in a citadel of his own loneliness.
In the dusty corners of his room he found creatures lurking full of his musings , whispering to him deeper secrets and in the garden he found translucent shadows full of vibrant colours which elongated themselves in the evening sunset , to measure the dimensions of the planet.
The demons created by his mind began to inhabit the universe and put a curse on him as infinite as his own
sufferings. His verse became an expressions of his pain and reverberated though the space and
suddenly the universe cried back in an anguish sharing his agony.
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