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Rituals



The word became flesh
And the flesh was nailed to the cross
In a religious ritual
On a mount called Calvary.
Crucifixion became a ritual. 

“Hey Ram!” Called out
the flesh that was nailed
again and again
by owners of The Truth.
The cry became the ritual. 

“Shed the skin like a snake
And regain your new self,”
said the Buddha.
Becoming snake became a ritual.




 PS. Written for Indispire Edition 115 which had already extracted a post from me: Matching Heartbeats.  I'm obliged to write one more post on the theme by the latest posts at Indiblogger.  This is my response to some of the posts which I did not endorse at Indiblogger. #rituals
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  1. KalpanaMay 4, 2016 at 9:44 PM

    Very subtle. People mistake the action for the thought behind the action and thus make a mockery of something profound.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 4, 2016 at 9:52 PM

      Thank you, Kalpanaa, for understanding subtleties. Very few bother these days.

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  2. HemaMay 5, 2016 at 4:14 AM

    This one is to be read between the lines, for that's where the meaning lies. Such a brilliant one, Mr.Matheikal.

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  3. Maya VardeMay 5, 2016 at 7:58 AM

    Yes..my sentiments exactly ! We must try to find the meaning behind the rituals... All that is old can not be gold...

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 5, 2016 at 8:02 AM

      Rituals have a natural tendency to get ossified. It's up to people to make them meaningful.

      Thanks for being here to read what I wrote on your theme.

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  4. Anmol RawatMay 6, 2016 at 5:51 PM

    I'm not someone who love to follow rituals, but I'm open to every view point and accepts both mindsets.

    This was so brilliant. I wish I could weave phrases like that :D

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  5. Nitya D.May 18, 2016 at 2:41 AM

    Well written. We will have so much more productivity and harmony if only we seek the meanings before blindly following things.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 18, 2016 at 7:51 AM

      Undoubtedly. Rituals can make us blind as much as they have the potential to liberate. It's up to us to choose what to do with them.

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