Ideas are tremendously potent.
People turn mad in rage and kill.
People smile beatifically and help others.
People dig up, blow up, fill up, swamp the earth.
People chase imaginary ghosts & Questions & purposes. All their lives.
People fetish on foods, movies, shoes, bodies and turn off the inner eye.
People lose their sense of reality, their sense of justice, their balance of life.
The breath. the breath is lost. The realisation of the breath becomes alien.
A moment in silence turns into an eternity of restlessness.
"Occupy me" screams the inner child fed on ideas 24x7.
The hell that is introspection. the hell that is looking back into our acts in reality.
"Ideas. occupy me."
The ants carry stuff for their colonies. What are we carrying, for whom?
Our queen bee is Change with a capital C.
Change, Change, Change. faster and faster.
evolutions, revolutions. No matter at what cost.
People chase change as if that one change will remain. that after that one change, it won't change again.that as if, there is only one variable in the grand equation that is universe.
it doesn't matter what you aim to change. what matters is, it changes.
Change is now global, critical and accelerating.
where do accelerating things go?
Have you known of accelerating things that don't crash?
Oh Change. when will you be satisfied?