(Author: Jay Ramalingam) Do you hear the music or the vibrations that produce the music? Do you see the table or the wood that makes up the table? Do you inhale the life-nourishing air or the electrons and protons that make up oxygen? Do you feel the emotions or the pattern of neuronal firings that
(Author: Jay Ramalingam) Gray musings during the Corona crisis Source: Wiki Commons What do you do, when the building is weakening the foundation? when the paint is scarring the canvas? What do you do, when the clothing is burning the skin? when the medicine is corroding the stomach? What do you do, when roughshod ‘progress’ breaks your compass? when thrashing gets you deeper into the sand? What do you do,
(Author: Jay Ramalingam) I sometimes call my wife ‘Her Momminess’. You don’t really need to be a mother or even a woman to have momminess in patterns of your feelings, emotions, words and behaviors. And, of course, there are degrees of momminess. You have momminess if you can intensely feel for your family as a whole unit as much as you can feel your own personal pains and pleasures. A
(Author: Jay Ramalingam with daughter Kavya) Fair? Source: Wiki Commons Grazing gazelles found a patch of grass Among fallen trees they found good grass A tornado roared through earlier Felled large trees, Ripping them off the ground Grass grew on the very same patch Although that bird had to start a new nest And those bees needed a new hive Grazing gazelles found the patch of grass Who’s to say
(Author: Jay Ramalingam) As I stirred up from sleep, half awake Not ready to sit up yet Got lost for know not for how long… When I realized that The rhythm of my heart Whoosh of my breath Ticking wall clock Whirling ceiling fan Chirping bird outside Were not synchronous and yet Made a strange symphony Then I knew that my pointless thoughts Were veiling my precious reality Of me