Paradigm Shift

Satori : a sudden, intuitive and liberating realization, that existence is but an unexamined postulate.

Like looking at the fields from a tower-window,
mountains looking like bastions, withdrawn and arrogant,
or like looking at the world from an urban omnibus,
 running on the tracks of the cities,
sweating, panting exhausted with the memories of the insignificant but essential things to do,
the rush and the flow of intimacy that never drops its garb,
simply drags, with no pause.
I belong nowhere: neither to the heights nor to the lows.
Glimpses from the omnibus
which remind, just remind and vanish
before they sink anywhere in the acrid smells of the city in the morning.
You have to rush and reach, rush and reach,
and then come back home.
There is no room to expostulate.


Yet a pause, whether you want it, or want it not,
need it or need it not.
All distances start from where I am,
and I know, I know that I always think with my heart, whether true or false, there is none to judge and no need to judge.
 It's somewhere you go unprepared.
Not a question of a path, but instinct alone
that ultimately leads and you follow.
Speaking for yourself, but speaking as though you are speaking for all.
But that's the way after all the instinct speaks.
Something must speak
from the geography of silence,
not from the geography of the mountain or the city lying out there.

At the end of going nowhere, boldly and audaciously alone
I realize that I need a refuge in silence alone.

Sushama Karnik
May 5, 2015