Wednesday, June 25, 2025

So need of a paradigm shift but how, my fellow human beings

Betrayal

Nagarjuna, sorry for my betrayal.
Mohammed, a young black guy, thanks for opening my eyes from ignorance.
In my own innocence and tryst with being familiar with thee,
The ultimate reality marked by the complete negation of how I,
The one hell-bent otherwise, see, believe, take and judge..., 
I've failed this time, and you, Mohammed, won, 
For I was hell-bent otherwise again, in that petty confrontation. 

But for the dreamy world at large,
It could be counted as 'heroic'.
And in that contamination, I could have done something so grisly...
However, I was saved by you, Mohammed.

I wonder
Why I couldn't have been like Ursula of Gabriel Garcia Marquez
In hiding her blindness? Why? 

Lion within, cat without

But it isn't only us, Tibetans. 
Now, I've seen even the most marketable race is so.
A barbarian, an expatriate, a refugee, someone presented himself as a fundamentalist,
Is that bossy, so that a blond haired host one is so:
Lion within, cat without.
A timid cat before such an uncultured one.

Guts, courage

Trained or instinctive, it is what it is.
It isn't how a commoner rates...
It's the otherwise:
The more selfless, the more being able to let go of anything...
Then the cinema before is nothing at all, a child's game, 
A child's obsessive fear and the palliative means to dispel it:
Ballistic missile to nuclear one to what...? 
But to destroy ourselves and this life-supporting blue planet at last. 

So need of a paradigm shift, but how...? 
My fellow human beings.