post barra do una - philosopher mowgli in kalyuga
there are more varities of meat than fresh vegetables in this city,
ofcourse in the big marts.
i miss roadside mandi, with their manual handheld weighing scale.
always reminding of balance,
ji janaab! i say and then i pay.
there is no terrace here, anywhere
cars look like ants, with lights,
this movement gives an impression of infinite, to me.
this movement of ants, has happened for an infinite number of times,
same car that moves inside that movment,
also moved with the fleet yesterday and will do tomorrow.
beautiful man made infinity, a reflection of its nothingness,
a sign of its start from nothingness, the zero.
and never revealing, its fate.
nothing, all there is, here is.
can i say zero is alphabet O?
(or any other alphabet which can be hummed, the way you feel comfortable
anything that starts with nothing (a metaphoric zero); the hum, the movement, the flow, at times invention)
moving ahead, irrespective
then close eyes, just for a second to hum this slowly and gently;
where, mmmm is not an actual sound,
it is a strong sound vibration,
leaves the body with an impression of infinite,
a vibration that would never seize to exist within, once sparked.
kindly start to think you are zero,
a zero, nothing, that can create infinite an infinite number of times,
realize this big sound space, where you are forever free to sing,
the notes, the way you like,
like opening a ghulam ali cafe in sao paulo,
i think brazilians would enjoy,
i am also looking at pre early morning breakfast, about now.
i miss to have a good chai.
on the terrace, around this time.
- from one apartment of sao paulo
a beautiful one, with a sunflower on the table
