That photo, I know !

That photo, I know !

It’s shadowy and allegoric . somewhat , a more generalized abstraction of life.

There is, again , a confession that is very stark; mainly about the course of “illusive dubieties,” working through life. Even then, we appear fully grown —by joyously blending —ever so —tightly holding unto what life has to offer.

Yes, Life! This life , that Life or all life is a gift!

And Life —when out spoken by soul —may seem like lustrously bright or half light or even a shadowy noiseless flicker of that twilight. But then, as a whole, it all mixes up , as though gathering all shadowy groups (of light and dark shades) to emerge into that one ☝️ sunny instant of day, smiling ☺️ at bay.

Perhaps, this photo exhibits these extreme sentiments ,and sketches out a cloudy illusion of events and incidents in a  peculiar kind of way.

In Toto’ it dashes into a unifying theme of how fate and fortune lead us into a transcendence. A timelessly eternal spree into “nothingness.” In Sanskrit language it’s called “ Shunya.” Not else were achieved , it bothers and teases the way life probably fleets.

This picture captures the hopeful spirit, courageously encapsulating everything in it.

It vividly delineates a sort of a attempt to exhibit the contrasting parallels of joys and sorrows, failures and successes, cudgeling as elements shaping life as one ☝️ bright luminous whole!

In a steady sense, this picture ingenuously  summons me to dig deep —apparently, upon life’s incidental contexts. 

The photograph speaks up, commandingly, without a hitch! 

... And the rest that’s unsaid could be left to those who beseech their own form through this offering.

I hope this goes along in giving the pursuers a sense of connection to follow their own —truth reveals.

In short and at length, throughput, to me—it depicts life as both wondrous and deceptive. It presents an image that makes me feel like a motley fool ( at times,) while handling languorous deceit. To that, I choose to smile 😊

And the spice of fairness which quite certainly reveals towards the end of life —turns out to be quite ironic... as though echoing—“What is alive is seldom truly perfect. “ 😊

Yet to attain perfection one must keep digging graves or write epitaphs ( in dignity,) to understand the good in the good and bad in the bad.

YES !

That’s the smooth sweltering velvety experience expressed smoothly through this FORM of expression. A photo speaking ( projecting ,) a thousand words.

Such scavenging has unearthed the smooth deficiencies constituting the makings of many destinies, and in one sense of the subject —reveals and amounts to this:

Life comes with no warrants of excise and no guarantees of analysis. As such —it is wholly surprising!

Life exists in the inter-twists of an extraordinary. It’s a different form of amalgam which represents this legit’ premise : 

What’s construed as a proprietary enterprise is actually an adjudication of perspective to life!

Also, all experiences that life bestows upon us —as teachings —may or may not assist us in achieving it’s full intents.

For Good or for bad , and for better or worse, some instances, seemingly alter the very essence of our presence; living ,as though, we were just “being,” in itself. So nothing extraordinary about the thing called I .

Then shall come TRANSCENDENCE…. Waiting for that arrival!

I picture it beyond the concept of time and space and present it through this photograph….saying …

O! Forget not —Salvation:

Due to outdo,

It rides thro’ storms,

Over and above, like much beyond

O! those bosomy norms

Amassed in time as dewy forms

Coursing thro’ timed capsules,

To seek completion on it’s own

💫✨ 🧡🦢🦢🦢🧡 ✨💫

© January 17th, 2025

Madhu Goteti ✍️