(Prayers of Jivatma)
The sky is the content
The trees are the content
The people, they’re just visitors
Who will go extinct like any species
Who may attempt to fly from
Star to planet to planet-star
As a dragonfly might fly from one
End of the summer backyard to the other
There is no special season
To be whisked away, no passage
Like a book, no counselor like a page
From the frugal reality we live
To the grand impression of the human soul
Encapsulated in a few novels
That transformed the way we perceive
Events and our cognition of how
The world works, and what is possible
That’s philosophy of memes
That we project what we invest in
A chariot at play forever learning
With a mind that can barley keep up
To the new speed of information
The stars are the content
The birds are the believers
We are just authors of a human story.
Wuji Seshat 