mountains carving into the fixtures
of my parental mind.
Resonance of Laya,
past and future;
decoded wave patterns of thought.
Moorthi, the embodiment of 'witness' inside!
I see you my Lord in every blade of grass,
in every dew drop,
in my tears
and in my laughter.
Om Shiva, the epitomical super consciousness,
Praise the one and only which has become you.
I'll become a Ferrari today,
so that to ride over the palm springs
in the edge county.
I'll become a dew in its mirror.
Throttle it beyond greed and cunningness.
The weary traveler rested in the seat of his inner sanctum
Now the vehicle moves by itself,
there is no driver,
a maladic vision of the world fades away . . .