I am reading this book right now called The world without us by Alan Weisman. It talks about the world that will be if humans were to somehow miraculously be removed from Earth. And it got me thinking of a poem I wrote about 8-9 years ago that I had titled It will too turn to dust. Sitting here looking at rain and the water around me, I can’t help but think about the world we are making for ourselves.
And one day this too shall turn to dust
Weather down and slowly mix with earth
But long before that day comes
This world will shake and crumble
By our own bombs.
We talk of nothing but war
We crave nothing but fight
We see nothing but me
And we following nothing but rage Continue reading
The idea of Ego and the byproducts of it have been on my mind for the last few weeks. The concept of Ego is so strongly ingrained in our lives and worlds, in each culture and society perhaps, that it is difficult to look at it objectively. But given the recent events, I felt that it is something I want to think about, explore and write about.
The ego is used to refer to the concept of Self. In most cases, I would consider ego as the separating self. Because the idea of ego is to represent the self that differentiates you from the rest. It defines the I among we. It outlines the uniqueness of each individual. It is how we define our self-worth in most cases.
Is climate change real?
Is the world round?
Did holocaust really happen?
Did we evolve over millions of years?
How do you make sense of this?
Who came up with these numbers?
Have you seen this with your eyes?
How can you explain this opposing evidence? Continue reading
I was quiet, I once was
Long before the darkness descended
A stream of water I was
Flowing down a small green hill
I was full of life
Of beings alive and not
I gently continued my path down
This little green hill of mine