-From the pen-APN-
Everybody listens but nobody understands. Everybody smiles
but no one feels. Everybody is a companion but no one is a friend…
I think and walk. And the wind, the sky and the earth all
walk with me. I listen to their songs. In the nothingness of human relation, they bring forth something subtle and
something convincing of the continuum of life, something esoteric and something
of the uncaged freedom.
I stand with the meditative trees and feel some sunshine.
Vision expands and the kernel of ego dies out. A silent and feeble sigh goes
out and I feel light as the feather…
I walk and walk. I generate some heat and some sweat and the
heart pumps more blood. The boots click. And birds fly over my head. And I woke
to the world again…
The sun will set in the west and the lady in the house will light a lamp and will say her
evening prayers. And I have to return again collecting my fragmented
individuality…my broken pieces.
