The Winds of Gust
Witness how individual perspectives shape our understanding of experiences, subjectivity and the role of perception in shaping reality.
How millions of lives I have lived in the mirror of my eyes.
It is incorrect- the saying goes ‘Gust of winds’ not ‘winds of gust’.
….Really?
Who creates them? Who dictates what’s right and what’s wrong?
Who runs this autocracy on words and its meanings?
Oh, you blind- The words that we don’t understand hold the purest of meanings.
Gust of winds are sudden bursts punctuating the air, its transient nature hinting at their role within a broader atmospheric symphony. While winds of gust are the entire atmosphere filled with gusty winds, creating a sustained period of turbulence, painting a portrait of the atmosphere enveloped in a constant whirl of unpredictability.
Each phrase mirrors the other, offering parallel worlds with divergent experiences.
Just like my shadow and my matter on a sandy beach. The matter gazing at the horizon rooted in the water while the shadow sprawls on the sand facing the limitless canvas that is sky.
Life mirrors itself in countless forms, in countless shapes
To appear as separation is an illusion
A division in perception to experience the tiniest fragments of the self
Oh darling, experience is the perception of the perceiver
As Rumi echoed, “Years hast though been a heart jagging rock. Once, for the sake of experiment, be Earth!”
I AM the void aware of its reflections
I echo through realms after realms; co-existing all at once
Beyond barriers of time
Beyond ideas of space
Beyond thoughts of shapes
I AM an eternal replication of myself
Formless, yet in form
May, 2024
