Change : As I in myself and in all this world, this swift current flows.

Change : As I in myself and in all this world, this swift current flows.

A prelude before a tremendous calm shall embalm and fuse with me in the sea of time, collecting vast moments in fullest fleets to freshen most of that —ageless soul.

As a depicter , I pass on these words that dwell upon these —moments of change.

From : The Imagery Garden of a Naked Soul—so exposed !

To: the ever disposed ; granting me more and infinitely more, yet ,as in, ponders —felt and bequeathed as pure gold ! These are my thoughts taking a twisted turn ( a change) towards that — purple glow..🤓

To me, these moments are not like dead gazing into the vast. There’s so much more to explore, finish and explain about the theme of “ growing old,” before I return to no more.

Herein, I dwell on that all pervasive invisible fact of aging and also under its unexpected attack, I obstinately linger upon its countenance. Slowly and steadily it’s taking its hold upon me. Under its influence, therefore, I trail along the innermost core of the process of aging and the feels it gives me.

>>>Yes, all this is being felt like a go-by galore, especially, more than all else, I have experienced before.

As I write these lines, a helm of my mind suffuses to the bodily changes and out of which, more palpably how aging shows.

For some reason and as a revision to my own mind, I choose to embody this flush of thought as an audacious release of my identity through it all.

So , here it goes ...with absolute certainty…My Persona is vivifying and wants to overcome myself through goals of other worldly worlds 😊

Caution : Most of what I hope (or rather aspire for,) emerges as a nebulous cloud nowadays. What was that? I wonder 💭 Could it be an intuitive tuition —pinned to my thoughts to resurface as something bold. Nah, nay that can’t be it ! But then again, reigning so and as can be seen as —cold, I feel sheltered as some long resourced. It’s a belonging meeting me at cadence first, and thereupon modulating close. This is truly connecting me with what's being examined ( by supposedly,) at the core ! 🥹😅🥲

To that , I shall say, I have aged and saged! I have strictly grown as that —futuristic mother—ready to be taken as a 👵 grandma Greta. Like a thing or two gone over, again and again, I cringe at being told ( with each to it's own -themed recurring,) and sold.

Then taking force to rise above, perhaps in anything and everything, I prefer filling up inquisitions ( those that come through my mind’s eyes,) as imagined scrawl.

Having done these ☝️ deeds, with the way of my soul — seeking rapid retreats, perhaps, a bearing of its own willful seek, which was not so before ! It’s all coming naturally to me.

So on and so forth, I shall drive —yea ( the reader,) through these veteran streets of logics.

A little strange ,I know!

Be-aware!

Okay, here’s my life ,vitally, creating this cheeky exposition ( juxtaposed) in the “ever- near nor nowhere-afar,” zone.

1. Like a Crescendo : I move quickly backwards and sometimes, slowly forward. I call this, easing into age with strength staged at the “stubborn resilience's ,” door.

2. Sustenance Carnage: I am ready to lease out my life to never-ever-after life as though giving a due farewell to all that’s bidden along my previous poignant course. Sounds a lil strange …I know …but that’s a call to take a pil-grim-age ! I chant on any and every hymnal callings—most religiously for what I have been given by that—almighty! In total gratitude 🙏… yeah in total submission to 🧎‍♀️(🤲🙏✝️☦️⛪️🕍☯️🔯) humanity as a whole.

3. Natural impulse: To be worthy to the envy of this dearie world which always comes back to me with the same ole, same ole. So, on and so forth, but as Mother of mothers (of all ages,) I don’t know 🤷‍♀️ whether this tumult is to be temporarily borne or for worse—fully feared as cystic pain😅. I am yet to get there fully! But prefer smiling to all that’s unravelling.

4. Then, in certain parts of my mind all these matters—of aging, don’t really matter. This mind over matter or vice versa, is not so much scary. It’s akin to a great escape, possessing a certain flexibility of thought. That’s all !

5. Finally and nearly where nothing is more unusual than this “blind flash,”of vision foretold- “Aging (so much so,)is like an unforeseen regurgitation,suddenly,to unfold.

6. As intuition aging ( as wise Alec ,) springs from within, and apparently it can be seen by the outer world. Meaning those who choose to attune to it.

A Veteran’s Motto: lend to offer; lend to lease; a shoulder to lean —for others to keep

My Fitness Goal:

To move an inch over motive’s’ force. Clung to walking sticks but displaying every squat as a Kung fu pose!

My Weight Watched: growing volumes; as all in doubles to a four fold.

My Private Property: as an entire estate listed, readily told, as a long course closed - like a courtesy to the leanings -as though, I may anytime foreclose.

Daily dilemma's at the bogs: Like a fog sitting over at the toilet bowl. Always ascending not descending in terms of expelling dues from the dorsal doors.

Am I content with this jabber. No!

Here’s a Muse posing its 💃 own —“his majesty’s,” pose!

OLD

Yes, Coldly bold -I am old!

Older than old; grander than gold

As one reversed in umpteen repetitive moulds

Naturally a hag ,but hell as in fury, I am bold !

How reckoned and wrinkled my face appears —O so cold —yet— it all sags up to confidently pose;

A chimera of a heroine, risen to its fore;

Tacitly tenacious and fearlessly bold ,

Of that — one’s self it’s pretty sure !

How smooth faced and ironed tongued c'd be these ways of the world

Yet caring not to be it all, I can readily bid farewell, to all that for some unknown shores

For what I were, as I was before….Today, I stand much clearer in nature more

And,to the youth; beating me to the racing shores…

Outrun, yet —I can set you down, to the valor cups of those —inner thresholds

As unwithered wisdom streams thro' my conscious soul

My glamour bow bends, only to return as in golden glows..

For— even if my teeth come down rolling in rows;

beware ! they might easily bite —thee as in some —witty woes,

Overflowing with love, and soonest thro' heart's open doors, I come —bestow love, unto which, you shall thrive like evermore..

Duly affixed and wholly centered—with no more brooding mottled on my soul

Now, my time is facing that eternal slumber, rounding me off —in every moment —as a forever more !

O! Howsoever, when I come to a final close…

Bid me no farewells,declaring me as someone—no more, no more

For silence is the only place, I prefer to take myself — more and more

As that is a friend who suits me the best…like

Evermore, evermore, evermore

TELLING IT —AS IT IS, GRACEFULLY !

© Madhu Goteti, January 28th, 2025