it is a cycle watching a cycle.

We can get so engrossed with our world that we forget to look up to the sky and see the marvelous vastness of the universe.

Each of the stars that we stare is a history from billions of years ago. 

Perhaps, it was a parallel thought of the past uniting with the future.

Perhaps, it is a cycle watching a cycle.

We get so engrossed with the city we fail to claim our personal unity with the universe.

We fail to remember that our words that travel keep travelling, spreading, reverberating, however soft, it goes out there to be one with the past.

And the lonely man in the moon is never lonely, as he listens to the whispers of thoughts, philosophy, the stories from billions of people.

Listening to a mother sing a lullaby to her child. Listening to a child describing her personal universe, her first experiences in this long beautiful journey.

Om Namah Shivaya