Of moults and renewal, a seashell…..and my lifeline inspirAtion

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Reading words of Boris Pasternak from Doctor Zhivago…
“Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories ”

Words spoke out in summating this as thus, also affected from Sartyre’s Existentialism reads I am in now, the book as refered by my lifeline inspirAtion:

moulting layers
defined conscious sheds
much pointed uptakes
but, the
overall essence
that was bound to happen
over its existence
remained a blur
from infinity:
an incomprehensive dream
a streak of falling jugnu
into nowhere

this renewal
this core

A macro-photographed seashell before weeks ago instigated descriptive ponders:
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Shell over the black hardcover
shone in cleaving whites
albeit its well made
ancient opacities
in curvaceous
tapering layers: mouth
at its apical front
opened like a craving fish

Felling off porosities
here and there
dotted blacks, one
a bigger hole
dug like an eye

Fossilized stature
screamed from past
its ‘will’ : to be ‘lived’
in the focussed ‘essential’
lights of the present

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