You may think your problems are so big and life consuming, but it’s really not. It’s actually… well… sort of laughable.
I mean, the bees don’t care; they’re out there buzzing around with their little wings. The wimpy little cloud glides by casually like a cool snail across the clear blue skies. The cicada is hurriedly exploring from tree to tree. The little bugs are yawning and taking a nap under the leaves. The plant is lazily playing with a dangling leaf on one branch.
See? No one gives a damn. All they do is just accept you as you are. Just as you lay here, looking curiously with your smiling child-like eyes.
Squeamish, excited, appreciative that they’re here.
They’re always on a mission, hanging out with each other, having a purpose and all.
Lying in bed
Smoking hookah with Rumi
Staring at the ceiling
With walls made of shadows.
The scent of agarwood in the air coming from the kitchen;
Drafty rose and all things eastern and holy
My skin oozes with warm toned oil
A tasty blend of nature, dirt, rain in the city,
Lotus, lily, ice cream, rose, opium and something tremendously unsatiated
Like the mystery in ancient stories;
Just like the way baba used to tell it.
This still of the night;
A lonely bug crawls
With a burden on his back,
On a mission
Across this enclosure that’s so alive, so open
Caterpillars, hopefully, like the ones from my childhood
Lizards, lizard lovers, families, dramas;
They once used to be my friends.
I could lie in bed and watch them for hours; their shadows, like dragons.
The sound of silence and bells from women praying
The sound of static radio and the news theme playing
Virtuous strings and purposeful tablas; the world was full of important, manly things
I was too entangled
In my own world,
Marveling at the architecture
Of this funhouse
With walls made of peculiar corners
And a floor made of ceiling.
Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees
Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above
I don’t care.
This is my meaning of life.