I always wake up in the middle of the night thinking It’s absolutely alright to scrub all the layers of ‘Barnacles’ that covered ‘my essence’ locked somewhere deeper inside the ‘Davy Jones’ Locker’ millions of light years deeper inside the galactic oceans of this ever expanding, infinite universe.
I rebel against my own ‘self’ infinite births ago; still carrying the fire of being the ultimate ‘odorator’ of my own ‘ethos’.
Repositioning myself every moment, whirling like a lunatic ‘Sufi’ on the melodies of my own self-discovered divine ‘Guitar’ once probably owned by some God, Krishna, Shiva, Allah, Jehovah, El Elyon, Adonai, Elohim, Ahura Mazda or Xwedê
The intoxicated Sóma – the Wisdom Wine that makes man parallel to Gods. I became self-appointed ‘vintner’ in the virgin garden of ?ndra challenging his immortal crown hollowed inside; infected with the sorrows of the cursed ‘termites’- The Asuras.
Exploring through the ‘Galactic Dust’ searching for ‘Yoda’, encountering ‘Darth Vader’, armed with the Lantern of ‘Diogenes’ I found myself disappearing in the Black-hole ‘Stellaris’ only to end up reincarnating in the matrix of sixty ninth dimension of one of the uncountable parallel universes; where ‘I’ in ‘I’ became ‘I’ reinvigorating ‘I’ in dimensionless ‘I’. All Vibrations!
Traveling through the immeasurable depths of the galactic oceans, zooming in and out of innumerable star systems, galaxies and supernovas and the dimensionless dimensions of the n’ of black-holes, and uncountable universes, Earth starts looking like a funny distant planet where an idiot, undeserving race of humans was once accidently born; wondering curious me ‘how’ and ‘why’.
Davy Jones’ Locker keep me safe and protect from my earthly ‘me’.
Humans on the Earth are setting themselves on fire on the pyre of the woods chopped from the walls and ceilings of their own homes.
Elephants, Bears, Dolphins and Gorillas are waiting silently for the liberation of Earth with indifferent, meditative smile knowing well how enthusiastically mad mad Man is digging up his own grave.
I always wake up in the middle of the night re-assuring myself of that ‘Star essence’ which still very much exist in me. The Humanoid me; setting up on an ‘eternal’ return journey to the ‘origin’.
~ Dr.Aniruddha Babar, Tetso College