|Human skeleton of male and female|
To relieve an entangled life in modern web
There aren’t varsities to teach this art-science.
For it needs unhampered quietude of leisure
And boundless celebrations of life often;
To get out of the bazaar-city’s beatings
A body needs a break to breath free often;
Needs constant bating inside as outside
For a life lost in workaholic rituals often;
Just as the body goes on skin shedding,
For the arrival of Spring, a leaf shedding.
Never knew it; if ever heard, ignored.
When realised would it be too late?
Only one varsity that belongs, our very Self,
In a whirlwind forever – the forgotten Body-Dharma.
Note: The illustration above shows the interior of a human body.
'Body', a word, when even mentioned, we recall mirror images or pretty photos on glossy mags. The images remain skin deep wrapped in visual aesthetics of hedonism.
I had a stint with formal education of architecture as a teacher. I would say, 'Think imagine of actually living inside your designed building. Suppose we take a cross of a Miss World, what would we notice inside?' Someone in the group would screech- 'Eeeee'!
Isn't it time we look at Nature – Srishti – that begins from us, not only our mind that chatters all the time, but also our body that operates round the clock silently. We treat body like an ugly slave, treating with cosmetics. But Srishti doesn't spare anyone, heroes or hoaxes, prince or popper.
Srishti is not kind like branded gods.
Remigius de Souza
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