This post is exactly correct. Well stated. Well communicated. Modern life has exchanged one shortchange for another. I suspect it has always been that way and always will be.
Gary - thank you so much for the feedback. I agree with the thought - tradeoffs have always been around. Are we choosing or being swept through? Thanks for the restack! Jayshree
Worldly words. Maya melodies spin around in cosmic cycles so fast scenes spent looking through looking glass u- tube waves, tick tock bytes, algorithms marketing mania.
I awake early morning. Quite my mind. Time slows down as I meditate. Yet minutes expand into an hour in a moment. I return to see I have traveled in hours glass; squeezes, sift sand, infinite grains pyramid shaped.
Your words inspire. Spin ancient cycles. The moment passes before me. I try to write , sleep less, but even so , cannot keep pace with the sun speeding germination of seeds to feed my sole thought and wonder know that I have been here before in a cosmic connection.
“Oh, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in ‘t!” - Shakespeare's The Tempest.
Jayshree:
This post is exactly correct. Well stated. Well communicated. Modern life has exchanged one shortchange for another. I suspect it has always been that way and always will be.
Gary - thank you so much for the feedback. I agree with the thought - tradeoffs have always been around. Are we choosing or being swept through? Thanks for the restack! Jayshree
Hi Jayshree, what excellent writing. Very poetic, very moving. Thank you!
Hi Doug! I love your feedback - thank you. Jayshree
Worldly words. Maya melodies spin around in cosmic cycles so fast scenes spent looking through looking glass u- tube waves, tick tock bytes, algorithms marketing mania.
I awake early morning. Quite my mind. Time slows down as I meditate. Yet minutes expand into an hour in a moment. I return to see I have traveled in hours glass; squeezes, sift sand, infinite grains pyramid shaped.
Your words inspire. Spin ancient cycles. The moment passes before me. I try to write , sleep less, but even so , cannot keep pace with the sun speeding germination of seeds to feed my sole thought and wonder know that I have been here before in a cosmic connection.
Lovely! Thank you, Richard.
“Oh, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in ‘t!” - Shakespeare's The Tempest.
Miranda was naive.
Lovely! Thanks, Dale - true! But hope shall spring eternal?