TheScientificTriangle

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Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019

We were small when we began sleeping on pillows made from mustard seeds stuffed in a cover and sewed by our granny.

One day I was nagging Zongpa to tell me a story to why, we got painful bumps on our asses if we sat upon pillows.

“Go and apologise, they curse you as you sit on them.”I had not known then that you could communicate with an object made of “once alive” materials.

So, began the bond of a girl and her pillow.

I sketched a pair of lips on its cover and when asking it’s sex, it said,

“You are nothing, nor am I. It is what you think you are based on certain morphological disorders bestowed by gravity on you.”

The next day, I left only to return to it as an adult after 10 years.

I went to my old pillow, hugging it, I asked,

“Tell me what you have seen?”

“I have not seen but learnt human bodies entwine aimlessly, pressing me hard and low, asphyxiating me almost. A cat comes sometimes and sleeps lightly upon me, most well behaved of all, I saw your cousins sin, I was comforting your aunt when her husband died. I learnt disdain, pity, hatred, lust.

But I missed you all this while, they used me again and again unapologetically.. Your elders and children have not learnt this art, except you.”

I brought it with me, keep it clean and happy. It doesn’t precisely like sweats smelling like rotten eggs stuck on it, neither likes dirty 🦶 feet stamping it. It likes to be peaceful and 🧼 clean and fresh always.

The story goes from a man to a woman,

From strong love to weak compassion,

From dominant arms to feeble alm,

From smouldering eyes to forest fire calm.

For, did you know love can travel.

From one heart to the another,

Quietly, slowly, bent close to unravel,

The mystic within, a little farther.

But, then comes an uncanny diversion,

Pale, lifeless, grey, dull aversion,

The wind changes, with the myth’s conversion,

Then, the still winds whisper, another version.

Can things grow straight again?

Can life come back to the veins?

Well, there begins a huge bargain,

Heart wins it, yet the mind feigns.

People who become memories, some alive and some dead.

An alive memory

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Today as I sit to post,

I found a topic silly to host,

But, then I often hear one boast,

Zodiacs rule even the ghost.

Often, if you are treated unfair,

By dangling rich in diamonds and sapphire,

Or by pettiness of the poor vampire,

Ruling ways where rich and poor transpire.

We try to often find a reason,

Behind every rude word and treason,

Then suddenly we hit the walls of a garrison,

Zodiacs! It is the root behind all season.

So, we analyse humans on facts loaded,

In fat, thick books well folded,

Written by masters and seers moulded,

By the universe, sans sin atoned.

So what do we do question?

We read all tricks and learn a suggestion,

Then we judge, with all objection and dejection,

All points, phrases worthy of rejection.

But, then is men not made of much more?

Is men not made of a soul in the core,

How can zodiacs alone rule men’s door?

How can they suffice men’s sore?

How can it alone, substantiate my type?

Why is it only needed to create a hype?

Men do crimes and good in this life.

Men fail and succeed in their strife.

Well, I found it a good time pass,

Something to laugh at, a pinch of jazz,

But not enough to simply toss,

A coin in air for the floss.

If men do good they do rise above the lowness,

If men do bad they do falling below the greatness,

If men are kind and just, it shows their humbleness,

If men are wise, it shows their goodness.

Teachings teach a man seven wisdom,

Learning them can bring back holy kingdom,

Causes, why men don’t learn freedom,

Is hidden within the demon of Eden.

If had only been the zodiacs to blame,

People would struggle less with the flame 🔥

No one would make a witch of a dame,

The decay would then no longer be a shame.

It is simply another way to divide and rule,

Turning your mind to a meagre mule.

https://lunatheblog.com/2019/01/28/the-mighty-wall/

Someone there is that does not like the wall,

Robert Frost…

A small attempt I made and it got posted in Luna’s site…..

God has a purpose for your pain,

A reason for your struggle

And a reward for your faithfulness.

Well, this was what I instantly thought, does it match some bits of you guys…

Well, purpose, let’s see…. to understand others pain.

Good, would do that, still do it….as if I am a clone of Jesus and Buddha on Earth…all pains reveal themselves to me automatically and I am supposed to empathise, sacrifice, diligently obey, follow and yet not commit any error leave alone sins…God knows which layer of hell, he would implant me in…but then well, well…let’s not be agitated, after all he is only God, not a human, what chance does he possess after all in a sea of humans, so well, will obey and understand and empathise.

Now, reason…well, great….the best ever reason I have heard anyone give me for my agonies….including my all wise Zongpa…..is it strengthens you….wow …no really wow! I think 🤔 I am now stronger enough to take a punch 🥊 from anyone, anyone and not sway even by a tiny wee bit…💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾💪🏾

But, then I read the third line and my tongue 👅 twisted….

Faithful….ohh yes I am faithful to all those I love but those I don’t, don’t even like, don’t share similarity, do not relate in any way….God forbid me but I cannot talk for them or what happens to them at all…..well certainly I am no Jesus to remain faithful to the entire world…and give my last breath to undeserving ones…I judge people I don’t like almost three quarter times less than they do.

So, I would have a suggestion for God…..HE CAN KEEP THE GIFT 🎁 FOR HIS MOST FAVOURITE CHILDREN 👶 coz I don’t know he may consider a bomb to be the best gift for me….which would blast as I greedily open the wrapper….and it might still be his gift….bcoz he swore on his life that no matter what he would make sure what I really want to have or really want……so say cheese….geese….she’s……..fees….freeze….whatever you want but I won’t take his gift.

Unless he pre intimates me and I have every right to refuse if I don’t like it…..ammmm hmmm hanananana…..🦢not this time he can fool me…i have lived long he is quite predictable….maybe it’s time he changes his game plan….even if he sticks to his old results

At least the bottle can be new….wine may be old….🐲