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On a threshold
     The world and I until it is becoming the world, world events, elections, mass rallies, terror attacks, the political dilemna in Washington. America is massive in size and when things get pretty ugly and upsetting, small nations equally felt the tremor of those anxious and unsettling moments.
      It is the world as the world kept moving like a book page, stories unfolding and were in the scary part, the suspenseful part. More deaths, more tears, more turmoil and the effect it is having for what was once peaceful and tranquil souls of the earth. No words are hardly spoken, just an uneasy sleep, a passage to another day.
Evil things, revenge, sweatsoaked bodies toiling endlessly to get us through another day. That is how the ancients live.
      No amount of recited vedas can surmount the chaos and bloodshed that kept spilling over the earth. Grief overshadows joy. The silence becomes even more unsettling. The earth rushing towards its own self-mutilation.
       Pray that the new dawn will announce the onset of a really peaceful day.
       Harmony is you young moth. The universe is you. Deride all that isnt in harmony with Mother. Nature. The Gods have walked on this same earth. It is meant to be peaceful and calm that even the roaring of the tigers in the forest becomes like a howling wind, as natural a part of a Blessed Earth. Deride all that isnt in harmony with Mother Nature. Nothing must distort the dreams of the ones who are writing and rewriting the tragedies of another Shakespeare.