The Art of singing words!
How could mankind so foolish yet be such wise? Much greed yet hearts selfless? Surely a paradox it was, a mystery surrounding these species! And so began singing of words…
The Echoes
Be it Krishna, Buddha, Jesus, Joseph or Mohammed, once in a strange while during the rifts of humankind a lamp emerges from dark, leading out from Plato’s cave into the light.
What is art of singing words, he asked. The one sitting about two and half feet apart. This bold figure was my father who has just accompanied me on the table.
Was this coincidence, to be called? Or were these fragments indeed words of a celestial script. The answers many but truth was only to be experienced, in reality.
Father it’s a new book I am reading, was the reply in a tone slight uncertain. Books only share thoughts that authors found useful and that’s quite ridiculous-he said. Adding on- truth if you wish to understand, then first one has to learn to read his-self!
The echoes of the singing words, were now being heard. The young mind being shaken by simple yet subtle observations, was slowing drifting into the cosmic ocean!
The Rebound
Once a drifting soul, tired from centuries of search, alas found center of the cradle of universe, and star oldest; the Mother. Soul asked, mother may I redeem source of cause that brought you forth?
This book was quite intruging, it talked lengthy about greatest poets and their poetry but failed to unveil poem’s mystery, story of it’s birth. Maybe Father was right, after all people only write that which is easy and common.
Mother took notice of the soul’s desire to learn and understand. My child, source of everything, even you and I is love; it brought forth existence. And the source of love is divine music.
Why do things in life have to be so confusing, with mechanisms and theories. Why can’t they just be as simple as heart beats? I asked during an inner dialogue with my frustrated heart. And so I closed the Art of singing words, with a humble thought to lead a rather simple life!