Who are others?


What is around me?

things and beings making sounds and moving

the air blowing in the wind

the trees the plants, the air and buildings?

all of these things are not my self

but the dance before my conscience and imagination

if I think shallowly they apart from me, if I think

very deeply they are with me

they will always be separate from my mind

but not separate from that which is not of my mind

the vibrations move slow or fast,

there are different rhythms

and the moods and the seasons change

here I ago again, arguing with people, not liking

people, thinking they are foolish

yet I can’t get away from these people

even if I tried

they will

always be with me



The Wisdom of Trees

They hear the song blowing in the wind

they do not, write, make music

paint or perform

the trees are silent(maybe they speak to each other)

the squirrels, birds, insects, bacteria and other small animals

make them their home,

their is a belief that the trees are even more sensitive than we


we will never know

for we can not speak their leafy language

their branches sway with the wind

they know a pleasant day, and the storms equally

yet they stay put

they are just as alive as the mammals and the insects

they sit there waiting and crying and giving,

giving us oxygen, while we knock them down for paper

these wise old trees.

standing upright and giving life and light,

they got so unnoticed by many of us

yet, you can feel them when you grow more


Who Am I?

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I am not the body

I am not my fingers

my lungs, toes

eyes, nor breath

there is something else which is going on

the mind growths and decays

along with the body

but something else remains

when you really focus on it

when you really focus on it

everything you have learned disappears

along with your own thoughts

and desires

there is something other than your heart

and your lungs

this thing connects you with the whole

and is equal to bugs and insects and trees

I am a mortal man, and think of those

who are no longer here in the body, the dead

they are some where

just not in front of me, cant be perceived through the senses

but this, I can feel, just as a tree


I am nowhere near as profound

as Ramana Maharshi

But the I is not me

it is our world

and your ego, is not you

at all