Space out Time out

Each morning brings sweet thoughts .. Afternoon deep yearning... Night endless longing ... Such is the plight of the earth that wants to meet the with the sky .. Far away on the horizon is a mirage of their union..  she just satisfies herself with that.. The sky mocks her plight.. He is up above all encompassing.. With the knowledge that she's his.. He watches her ebb and flow and spill over into the oceans.. Aware of her fertility he soothes her with rain. Like a peacock serenading its mate he puts on a light show of stars for her each night.. Gently reminding he's always there.. He too must long for her embrace but his blue skies are far more calmer and mature to endure their separation.. To make the most of their situation.. Her fiery core is not.. It bubbles up and erupts in volcanic emotions that need to pour out to calm her grounds again.. He though, keeps falling towrds her but never into her making their mirage eternally alive.. That's their karma.. To be around one

O ut beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,   there is a field.  I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about Ideas, language, even the phrase "each other" doesn't make any sense. mevlana jelaluddin rumi - 13th century Writing after yet another hiatus. This topic is very dear to me and pertains to almost everything and every which way we are coexisting on this planet. We come across this quintessential question in almost every walk of our journey; almost everyday unless of course we are not sensitive or conscious enough to even acknowledge it. All of us live in the bubble of our paradigms that vary for each individual. The concept of good and bad always varies, even if infinitesimally for every single person  as it's nothing but a projection of their mind . Something that which may be borderline OK for one may perhaps be way out of the line for another and so on..  Essentially the good and bad are 2