My literary career - or being a Mindful Resurrected Poet

A Poet

Of course, I did some English literature for my O/L. I am not sure I should be proud of this, but I had no choice as literature was mandatory in our school. Trust me I have tested my singing skills and dancing skills even little bit of athletics. Which were all failures before beginning. But literature I enjoyed. I liked seemingly meaningless words of Robert Frost. I imagined him on his queer horse under the trees, on the darkest day of the year on a snowy afternoon. The best parts were the lies. I could write explaining the meaning of a poem few verses long. Nothing but in pages and pages of lies. I knew literature was a lie. And I knew teachers who marked the papers knew literature is about lies. Do you have to believe everything you write? Not at all. The best liar wins in this game. Everybody knows literature is just imagination. So, never I thought it as a career choice. Instead, I became a slave for the science for twenty years of my life, forgetting everything about the poems, so I could understand truth.

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The dead Poet

So, it brought me tears, when I watched the film, "The dead Poet's Society". Where I heard the seemingly meaningless words of "Carpe Diem". On top of every page of this blog reminds me of the dead poet. It wasn't about the fictional character of a teenager who committed suicide. It was about my past, when I chose to follow a path of greed over a path of heart. It was about the days I did not chose to seize, instead swallowed every word that I wanted to say like a coward. It was about the days I sat on a bench on a lecture hall wondering when the lectures would end so I could run back home to climb a tree back again for the thousandth time and watch the cows grazing. What was I thinking? To build an aero plane? With science?

Resurrected Poet

Life is about patterns which I believe, as advised by my father. So, when I step to the chaotic rhythm of science, still the words from the past resonate in chambers in my mind, I saw patterns of literature and poems in metanalysis and systematic reviews. Artificially suppressed words start to appear when I created just a little space. Just when I chose to write a book filled with little poems and stories about life. So, the Dead poet in me started to work again and this time writing poems about death itself. I do not worry about a future which does not exist, as I am mindful more than ever about the present. I savor every word I write, only thing which matters forever. I do not cry about the years, I spend with science, as it taught me important lesson that teachers never told me. Science is not about truth at all! science is all about lies. And it is a bigger lie than literature as everyone believes it is the ultimate truth, except few philosophers of the past and future. If science has done anything it would be just making me a dumb believer, and age faster. What has it done for you? Or are you waiting for your resurrection on your death bed?

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A mindful Resurrected Poet

Science is a lie, just as literature. I have already argued over this in the past, so I won't waste more words here. But mindfulness, I cannot stop talking about every time I write. As it is like a door to a real resurrection if there is a one.

Mindfulness oh mindfulness You are the apple of my eye

My cuppy, cake gumdrop, Snoogump Boogump pie

You are the rain, when I'm sweaty and tired

You are the food, when I am a hungry angry coward

You are the Xray vision to expose the lies that everyone tries to hide

Illusions of the past future and demonist time.

Oh. I get carried away with words. But you do not have to believe me. And only advice I can give is do not wait until all the equations are solved in life. You have to take your time to inspect yourself as that is the greatest scientific experiment and the only one which matters. And I would be not lying If I say that would be the last one you will ever do, if done correctly. Let's be mindful tomorrow. <- Some Sarcasm