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( photo: a thursday evening ) Dear Mother Sun By Aetherek When the Sun doth set in the west, taking light away hidden abreast. Does she give time for us to heal or does she give death for us to feel? While her loving nature if turned against can run us amok and catch us wild. Why hurt the child she loves and adores, needing her to clear us in deadly droves ? Mother Nature does wake in her command, birds and trees follow her in their demand. Is it us that are utterly and profoundly powerful or she that chooses not darkness but to be cheerful ?

Blurry but beloved memory of Yours; now and always. by Aetherek Of the blurry memory, I have much to remember. When my wild urges became yours in a moment, Just to stay that way forever. Mine was the night or so I thought to be But as I were, it was already in you to foresee, to keep them before they pass. Of the blurry memory, with you that was sweetest. My spirit giving in together with no agenda to protest, It is the memory I aim to protect. To think that it will be again, A blurry memory no more, To worship you and yours, To submit in all that one can pour.   

Before Sun Rises by Aetherek As a weary traveler has to start, the journey before sun rays. I have risen up now to get going, moving while everyone lays. I’ve woken up within the night, to prepare ahead for the days Instead this reminds me not of traveling, But of a child waking up with an odd old feeling. That the day has got more a chance to live, If I could somehow, someway offer more to give. For the hours that stay always ahead of me, Not for the forgotten past but the future to see. Having been up long before the birds sing, I can feel the isolation of always a mass being. To reap fruits however I must be the one, With this hour who chooses to outrun none. This state of I should be self contained, Waking up early one may sometimes think That “ I have got all my time drained”.

19/4/2020 (Kathmandu) In today by Aetherek Under the dawn of a new day, I wake hearing sounds; similar, That take me to a frontier; familiar, To the one I’ve had for ages. Desirable even for saints and sages, Today takes a gentle form, Just before it rages, The day takes a gentle form, Just before it raises. To hear birds sing along With my mother’s prayer, Nothing gives gentle peace so. To hear all sing natures song, It isn’t yesterday or tomorrow, But in today I belong, Indeed in today I belong.

Love . n .- deep affection or fondness; Compassion. n . - sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others. “ Love and Compassion are the pillars of world peace ”, these were the words inscribed by the holy Dalai Lama and I found myself agreeing to it within my heart. The days that we’re currently living in are ones that will definitely go down in history books for future generations to learn from. In the midst of this pandemic, I find myself with billion others that are staying inside their homes as millions risk their lives in order to protect ours. I ask the reader, if that isn’t the way of love and compassion what is? During these challenging times, I’ve seen people give up hope for the future but it is now necessary for us to think of a future that we will have an active hand to build. The pandemic has shown nations of people around the world that we do not need more nuclear weapons of mass destruction or armies that can’t be challenged by anothe