Kamna's Blog

Abuzz and alight  Listening to the night  Tired but alive and so I decide to write Shall I suggest that you please mind my thought canopy Where ideas are microwaved rather than slow roasted, maybe not your fancy Where the imagination has an amazing line of credit with no extra fee Obsessive tongue cleaning, brushing with soft bristles while trying to be quiet The act of teeth brushing always significant, luxurious, full of bite It's the hours after dark when morning tasks somehow feel quite right Busied by nocturnal loveliness at the edge of the bed where I'm sat Watching the papaya tree, her branches distressed by the clutches of an awkwardly tiny baby bat Just how much damage could the little one do? I attempt to work out the math What's this life for, if not for questions that probe deep, that dare to seek? Contemplating the cons of a templatized week Amidst a depraved world with pouring news in varying degrees of bleak What a small existence is mine, castled in with all

When was the last time you allowed your own mind to think for itself? Should you? The mind is like a petri dish Delicate like the glass it's made from See through (at least to you) like it's transparent It's also completely open Until you choose to culture bacteria But in this case, your thoughts Your thoughts are like bacteria Some good for you, some bad enough to infect the good ones But it's up to you to mind that petri dish So no, you shouldn't. This morning I woke up at 5.41 AM  The first day of June  I woke to the ever sweet smell  of Petrichor Seeing puddles and very insistent drops falling steadfastly into them  The first rain of the year is the very first rain for so many baby birds Bird moms and dads talk about the first rain with gushes of excitement  Baby bird minds imagine delighting at pretty clear droplets falling down before ever seeing it I saw a video about how if you give an egg to a dog, they would be very careful not to crack or drop it Orphaned