EK SAVERA

There is no quote, no insight, no healing that would change your life.

No book, no film that would change your life.

Don’t give me thoughts, don’t give me messages, give me plain contextual words.

Breathing and sighing words.

Don’t look up and do not look down.

Just contextual words.

Words which have feelings.

Ramblings after Ramblings.

The mind was never blank.

Scattered, yes.

Distracted, yes.

It rambles in various directions and then KABOOM !

Something sticks, it sticks like a permanent tattoo.

When people see it they ask about you — you might have forgotten that it exists. Nah, it sticks.

Sticks like that piece of jewellery that never comes off — it grows up with you, dirt forms around it and almost becomes inseparable from your own skin. You forget to clean it — it stinks but it sticks.

Circle after circle form loopy thoughts.

And now when this piece has emerged, a faint triangle forms.

The tumbling and falling down has happened and will happen

Although, now you are hop-skip-and-jumping too.

With stones, bricks and mortar there is a structure.

The plants grow on there own, cats emerge on their own.

Amoeba, fungi & mushrooms form too.

They all cast their shadow and bring their light too.

The hypnotic mind has woken up.