the electricity is working

 so this is the time, the early morning, before the phase change sets the devices to whirling, i sit under the darkness,the loudspeakers blaring from a half kilometer away, dogs incessantly barking, the early big haul trucks break gears rumbling their loads to bangalore and mumbai, this is the silence of the land, where in close the few late or early birds trill with the buzzing and ratcheting of the frogs.all is peaceful and the sea of love is filled with hearts beating and becoming alive. i have nothing i need but to exist, the world has everything and that is my awareness, that everything is included, nothing is left out or needed. what is, is complete. i watch people processing. they have such strong feelings and see things in the deep rich colors of the mind. i see the light blue horizon, the golden sky, the green fields. somewhere everything is finished, somewhere everything is one, in here i feel that and i speak what is true, the world is yours, the universe is untouched except with your thought, your heart your dream. the small picture is just a way to let it all happen, the ribbon on the box, the surprise when everything is clear. the missing wall, the expanse and wideness opening everywhere. i hear the pongal life, the holiday and celebration that demands the presence of the devotees, the worship of the deities played out in present day, now, as if the world had become its ancient stories and filled with the rumors of fantastic beings unleashed among men. we tread lightly as they slumber, making the offerings so that when the music brings them out, they will think kindly of their new caretakers and fill the silos with rice and calve the cows and goat and sheep in plentiful gratitude and appreciation of the symbiotic web they have woven over this illusion of existence. I clumsily wait for a chance to leave this place but nothing has come to move me or send me forth. i await the whim of the gods.