Two milkweeds met while floating around in the limitless sky. They hugged briefly and floated away to bring smiles on a couple of faces. One was a child. The other was child-like. ❤️
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White clay and red bones. Or is it red bones and white clay? Don't know. It is far away now. Bones are mashed And pots are made. May be some of the flesh Boiling there. Sun is going down And predators are coming back. Shallow seas are rising up Full moons are shining bright. May be, Just may be, There is another tomorrow. Heavens shine And stars blink. Paths send out a reddish hue. Marcopias are crying loud May be, Just may be, They are not inviting death again.
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Life is a one way ticket to god knows where. Although i say god knows where, I don't really think there is someone who knows for sure where we would all end up. Thing is, the claims put forth by those who say they can know for sure cannot be verified till all involved are dead. By which time it is impossible to come back and say 'I was right!'. Would you meet Allah? Or Jesus? Or would you meet the 33crore gods from Hinduism? Or would we just return to the source(s) of energy from which we were born anyway? Imagine big bang was true. (We have alternate theories for the beginnings.) Imagine all of this energy in a single point. That could be god. It was all encompassing, omnipotent ( makes and everything and has control over what comes later) omniscient and whatever omnis we call this. Only thing is, praying does nothing here. It is all predetermined. The organized chaos from the big bang. We are all sure of this one way ticket being with us. For now. We do not know when...