Weeping Trees: Embracing Change

I gaze at the turnip colored sun and have a kind of an epiphany. But at the same time it astonishes me how a whole civilization can be so detached. It’s almost like a collective unconscious if there is such a term. I am not melancholy; I do not think there is such a thing as an emotional recession. However, I like a temple full of zeal rather than one where it is a struggle to invoke any.

On one hand, I appreciate the scenery and the beauty of nature, on the other I cannot avoid reality. One has to think about the volume of the nature’s screams and the subtlety of a muted nation. Well, it is almost Autumn in the calendar but has not yet poured all its colors into the outside.

The climb therefore has backfired on them as quite the autumn shades are still a far fetched myth. Small splotches of red met the blackness of the earth here and there in the waist high green fence. The moist ground at the end of the summer short breaks from walking because of the feral bush has tanned the skin. But the whole of it in the background is instead dominated by this awesome light green color that makes me recall that at one point in life one could have also raised one’s voice for such grievances! There were movements for all kinds of issues. Today the only thing that remains is clumps of grass that stick on my feet during the morning dew.

The most recent trend is a lack of concern for anything – some stakeholders attribute it to the web. One is spared from a lot of engagement when weaving their focus on the web. The last thing that these people can think about is that there are governments occupying them and fighting for their several jobs, and the whole race survives on jobs or will rather survive on the resources of the environment. Then there is the high prevalence of violence, the feeling of insecurity makes people hide in the comforts of their homes, which is the right thing for them to do, in fact more than right. On top of this, there is the effect of reality television on the audience, and to some extent the participants as well, treating life as a competitive rather than participative engagement.

A petite rabbit emerges from the undergrowth while a field mouse scurries back into it. A baby animal rushes to chase after them. Alert, I scan the dim recesses of the surrounding terrain for the almost imperceptible profile of a coyote, which is probably not present. The shades among the twigs may be of meaning to an artist however they form the most illogical pattern that could be associated with foliage having a pattern. To sit and appreciate the skyline is to surrender entirely to the magnitude of the landscape in its sprawling greatness. One cannot look at it and deny the presence of a deity. I have differing opinions as to whether this little tale belongs to the one that speaks how heavens came to be - why it is in my collection of short stories.

The Cycles of Restoration, when I net M in graduate studies, went somewhere learnt personality type theories and i recall one of the books which was about carl jung, j descended to STJ society bomb would be engineered. An army of automatons. The world could change its axis. I consider the biosphere surrounding me in such a way that it is a much more dynamic order.

Now I am gorging on slices of truth. Shine reflected off the building tops in the distance. The periphery of my view touched with the fine silken strands of dew glistening like pearls at the tips of wildflowers. In my opinion this practical sociology is what brings about social disharmony in the society, when contradictions are infinitely controlled in cases where they should be unobtainable. That is the tactical imposition to a psychological constraint which explains that in order to make people immovable, there should be put several controls over them.

Thus the solution, of course, is to allow for and even encourage excess. Encouraging error, the growing of unmanicured grass. Let the weeds grow, and respect the imperfections of nature. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west but spends its time in the south during the day. Maples, Oaks, and Willows have roots of their kinds and beautiful colors when the moon is in the southern hemisphere. All these facts remain unchanged.

Arranging or correcting the center of gravity is always their correcting action when I have smoothing to do and the alterations have to be done by hand. The disallowance of events is really on my head. How did this become a situation for me especially when I had lost everything? It is annoying, you know, those people who play everything as per the book? Everyone is in everyone’s way, though there is nothing to gain for anyone… or did they? I wonder.

Autumn, apart from summer, was my second favorite season of all time. A waiting season, filled with the hopes that back in the new year, things would be done, and too soon the evenings yawn, and all of ideas that simmered all summer in the sunshine, had now came forth in sync with the environment around us. There is zero indifference in a society that has a target to achieve. Here’s to fall and its praying winds.

Away from home, away from the familiar, imagining a further on when I will be greeted with furry tails and together we will be ready for the coming seasons.