Memories

The universe is full of memories all around ,

The very air that we draw within, is full of it ,

It carries the memories of the deceased all around that once lived on this planet just like us in a physical form ,

They now thrive in the manner of data around us in every essence of this planet ,

The form of the fire itself is what their physical manifestation is , that we see around ,

Water is where it all starts from that evaporates into the air ,

The progressive ideas the we generate with all such data around for us to survive better ,

Are actually the notion of our intent that attracts such data towards us in the form of the air we draw within ,

We call those ideas ours , but are we actually that naive to neglect that where it comes from, just to own the credit and fame of it ,

We forget the source itself ,

Evertime we draw the air within , the secrets within are no more secrets , they are out in the open ,

And what follows is the occurrence of such intents that resides within ,

How it reflects is how you have formed your thoughts within,

Nothing is hidden from the universe , not even our deepest thoughts , and we cannot keep it hidden either, no matter how hard we try,

Is it not better to embrace the reality of universe and form memories that attracts balance in our lives ,

Rather than denying its fact and working against it ,

As that is all we have done so far ,

We had always defied the purpose of our own existence,

Thinking that we can master the art of creation,

Fact is , and will always be that we cannot even create a single and the smallest being of this planet, and we generate the audacity of having such thoughts within that floats around as memories lingering around creating unbalanced atmosphere all around ourselves,

Than we seek someone to blame , while suffering from such thoughts,

And who we blame the most ,

The creator of all the creation (the true artist), coz it is easy to do so ,

Rebeling against the Artist is rebeling against your own creation as an Art , which is equivalent to abusing your own freedom of expression itself,

Think again is it actually the air we draw within or are we inviting our memories fo be shared with the universe with each passing moment ,

In the end it is all collaborative art of correlation ,

How we share it , is what we will always be ,

Be it with grace or with the absence of it .