Hunter enjoyed being perched in his owner’s lap right from birth. It gave him a sense of superiority, as he looked down at his siblings playing on the floor, giving him envious looks. He was gifted with this keen, sharp vision – his gaze directed with equal intensity at the refrigerator door and the birds … Continue reading Savior
The old bookshop was closing down. Odorless devices had replaced the familiar, much-loved smell of books. Sydney had bought these as a gift for Will Hobbs. Theirs was an all-of-a-kind family uptown, where hearts were strangely warmed by books, a few degrees towards the far north. (280 characters)
I watch the boldness of sun, moon, sky and sea in daring all seasons Ronovan Writes #178
bury past ghosts with a pinch of reality time moves at the rate of meaningful life capture gold in the present Weekly Writing Prompt #118
The Who did a song titled ‘Who Are You’, which featured lyrics that said, “Well, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who?) Tell me, who are you? (who are you? who, who, who, who?) ‘Cause I really wanna know (who are you? who, who, who, who?)”, however that is not what I am writing about. This post is about Alan Watts a British philosopher, writer, and speaker who is best known as an interpreter and that popularized Eastern philosophy for a Western audience. He wrote more than 25 books and numerous articles on subjects such as personal identity, the true nature of reality, higher consciousness and the meaning of life.
Watts gave an amazing lecture about ‘Who are you really?’, where he said, “If you’re ready to wake up, you’re going to wake up and if you’re…
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hearts on strings jump on cue from bank accounts, green cards and CTCs they retain flexibility to twist and turn on exigencies of finding a better match glasses will lose tints and romantic shapes change to muscle and blood they really are eventually
Did I see My shadow there? It does not look like me. disfigured, disconnected, mutilated by objects in between Mirrors have different ‘effects’ cameras have filters and lenses. How do I recognize my own ‘self’’? devices have so dulled my senses. I seek a mirror which to mould to my shape realtime, … Continue reading Sunday Writing Prompt #231 “Quotes by Alan Watts”
The man he had hated for more than a decade was facing him, asking to meet his ex-wife. He controlled his rage with some effort. His nerves threatened to burst with pain. “Why do you wish to meet her?” “She is my sister.” “She never had a brother.” “She is ashamed to talk about me. … Continue reading Genetics
The guy in the next room looked like an ascetic, with his minimal style. The girl at the reception told me he stays there for the full season, and will be a better guide than the ones we hired. It was an expensive resort, and I wondered how this saintly guy could afford the rent … Continue reading Nirvana
