Dutily, we have rejoiced, as was expected from our ancestral traditions —was anything expected from us in the first place?
Preoccupied, we were, once more, about future strife, and about devotions to be sacrified —for what reason anyway?
Resumed, our lives tried to be, while we groggily pass by headlines telling about extra-pounds gained during these days —but today even magazines didn’t believe in their corny tune.
Unnumbered in numbness, concerned for the frail life pretence construed from shards —broken shell of the new-born quail.
Wave after wave, shells erode, washed in lints from the shore, absorbed for new purposes
Back into raveled mysteries of the Ocean,
Oblivious to the plaintif cries of those with handfuls of fleeting sand —glistening from the now numinous flying quail, radiant as a Sun.
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Dreams have not forgotten, and silent voices never ceased to bestow upon the mired traveler songs from the past.
From the door of his barren temple, the Old Wise Man awaits with the keys.
Albeit Seer of all directions, his eyes glint with excitement —for the marvels of human creativity never cease to surprise him.
Note
Janus is an old god found in early Roman myths, interestingly enough without a Greek counterpart. His reign was recalled as a golden age of peace. He is the god of beginning (as Sri Ganesh in India), of passageways, doors and keys.
As such, the month of January is properly the month of Janus, where the new year begins, and we begin to go out of the winter, plan for new meaningful endeavours and adventures.
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God of keys and doors ! cool
Eyes glinting with excitement YES! Were YOU remote viewing the future?