10 Communication Inventions That Changed the World
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Society's Shackles
I grew up and forgot who I was.
Born true, enlightened, endangered in my individuality.
Approve of me fake, prejudiced and safe in my societal hologram.
Shedding the layers within,
Shunning the person within. I blend.
Live as others live, be as others expect one to be.
Think differently and soon enough voices of ‘reason’ rush.
Haunting the voice within, only to replace it with theirs.
Conflict, depression, anger, fighting, death. Silence and space. Over and over.
Normalcy, everywhere. I conform.
Silenced murmurs I feel creeping into my conscious, my raison-d’être I question.
Where is my truth? Who am I? Who are you that is living my life?
The me, that is not I, is ok, is ‘good’, fits.
Repression, suppression, oppression. Constructs, limits, labels.
SHACKLES. In close echo, SOCIETY.
The me that is I screams. Difference, eternity, vision.
Blinded by light, humbled by beauty, touched by grace.
God. One-ness.
Dancing on the trees of life, floating in the suspended sky, I fear less.
Human or divine. Heart or mind. I or them.
Masses hurried, scattered without a path. Souls eaten.
Engulfed in shame, igniting judgement.
Dwindling inspiration, lights fading.
I’m calling my heart. It’s not answering. Where is intention?
Replacing deception, above the mind, on a higher plane.
People. Fixation. Ceilings. Lowliness in the pull downwards.
Sex, greed, jealousy, conspiracy-pettiness.
Crack open and break free.
Explode into purity.
See health in the ill, wealth in the poor, strength in the weak, completion in the lack.
Ten dimensions, I transcend.
Freedom, I rise above.
Falling, rising. Living, dying, living.
I shall meet You one day, lived as I have believed. Created as I have believed.
Humanity, imperfection, forgiveness and compassion.
Protected by Your Promise.
Seeing You every day.
True only to You.
That’s my contract.
Honouring Your wisdom. Exploiting Your gifts.
I let go, I surrender. To be the truth.
Resist, I shall not. Downsized, I shall not. Shamed, I shall not.
That I will defend. Bless our paths until I return to You.
Sat 7, June 2008
Born true, enlightened, endangered in my individuality.
Approve of me fake, prejudiced and safe in my societal hologram.
Shedding the layers within,
Shunning the person within. I blend.
Live as others live, be as others expect one to be.
Think differently and soon enough voices of ‘reason’ rush.
Haunting the voice within, only to replace it with theirs.
Conflict, depression, anger, fighting, death. Silence and space. Over and over.
Normalcy, everywhere. I conform.
Silenced murmurs I feel creeping into my conscious, my raison-d’être I question.
Where is my truth? Who am I? Who are you that is living my life?
The me, that is not I, is ok, is ‘good’, fits.
Repression, suppression, oppression. Constructs, limits, labels.
SHACKLES. In close echo, SOCIETY.
The me that is I screams. Difference, eternity, vision.
Blinded by light, humbled by beauty, touched by grace.
God. One-ness.
Dancing on the trees of life, floating in the suspended sky, I fear less.
Human or divine. Heart or mind. I or them.
Masses hurried, scattered without a path. Souls eaten.
Engulfed in shame, igniting judgement.
Dwindling inspiration, lights fading.
I’m calling my heart. It’s not answering. Where is intention?
Replacing deception, above the mind, on a higher plane.
People. Fixation. Ceilings. Lowliness in the pull downwards.
Sex, greed, jealousy, conspiracy-pettiness.
Crack open and break free.
Explode into purity.
See health in the ill, wealth in the poor, strength in the weak, completion in the lack.
Ten dimensions, I transcend.
Freedom, I rise above.
Falling, rising. Living, dying, living.
I shall meet You one day, lived as I have believed. Created as I have believed.
Humanity, imperfection, forgiveness and compassion.
Protected by Your Promise.
Seeing You every day.
True only to You.
That’s my contract.
Honouring Your wisdom. Exploiting Your gifts.
I let go, I surrender. To be the truth.
Resist, I shall not. Downsized, I shall not. Shamed, I shall not.
That I will defend. Bless our paths until I return to You.
Sat 7, June 2008
Saturday, June 16, 2007
What defines you?
"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly." Neil Gaiman
I was thinking the other day, as I generally do in between the talks and walks of life what defines people and how does that shape them? How does it affect their outlook on life, the plans they have, the expectations, their dreams and fears?
What is that one thing which defines us? Is it a person: a parent, a sibling, a spouse, a hero? Is it an event: the birth or death of someone, a particular achievement? It is a feeling: of fear, of love, or protection? Is this thing that defines us the same thing that holds us back or is it that which propels us forward?
Going through all these motions in life, making decisions consciously or unconsciously, time passing, meeting people and new cirumstances. Suddenly, or maybe not quite, what happens when the thing which defines us fails to be? Can one organize and re-arrange, really? Or does one simply choose a different route in spite of the gap never closing?
I was thinking the other day, as I generally do in between the talks and walks of life what defines people and how does that shape them? How does it affect their outlook on life, the plans they have, the expectations, their dreams and fears?
What is that one thing which defines us? Is it a person: a parent, a sibling, a spouse, a hero? Is it an event: the birth or death of someone, a particular achievement? It is a feeling: of fear, of love, or protection? Is this thing that defines us the same thing that holds us back or is it that which propels us forward?
Going through all these motions in life, making decisions consciously or unconsciously, time passing, meeting people and new cirumstances. Suddenly, or maybe not quite, what happens when the thing which defines us fails to be? Can one organize and re-arrange, really? Or does one simply choose a different route in spite of the gap never closing?
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