Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.
Lewis Carroll, Through The Looking Glass (And What Alice Found There)

Tweedledum and Tweedledee have been fighting over their rattle (which is also known as heaven on earth, incidentally) for a long enough time. They each have been claiming stake to its shikaras and its lake relentlessly. Let's hope that Nature in the form of a rather watery crow, which spells danger for both Tweedledum and Tweedledee, brings them back to their senses and makes them forget their, ah, quarrel. Unite against a common enemy, or at least cower together before it. Save your necks and run.

Friday, August 13, 2010

The Waiting is Like Water

The water
Is ever-moving, flowing
Breathing life
Into a river.
Looked at from miles away
By an impassive eye,
The water is still
And the river is still
Like movement is unreal,
And the waiting is like water.

The rock
Is steadfast, immobile
Giving shape
To the river.
Looked at from a broader spectrum of time
By a knowing eye,
The rock is moving.
It is being eroded
By the water
And hope is like the rock
And the waiting is like water.

Yet the water cannot be stilled
Unless I am impassive
And the rock cannot be eroded
Unless I know
I choose to be impassive
And I choose not to know.
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