Manifest-ival
let me stop my mechanic-mechanical self for sometime ringing the five sense bells separately clothing close the visual bell, it doesn't ring anymore, gatekeeping the sound bell, distinct sounds allowing entry to few, only emergency can gatecrash, else trying a smooth usher ... crow rows car honk and some car monk construction material mixer mixing sounds of different earth kitchen becoming a sound studio, many instruments and notes playing to the taste ... all sounds arising and falling and arising again and falling again, only continuity in the "again" many agains gain a pattern they enter the mind cosmos inside there is a festival of the manifested new entrants always first greeting the primed...the familiar inside, much like we going to a party, first reaching out to people we know, and then somehow most times and most us not reaching the new ones, afraid of the unknown as it is not our own ... (m)any known dancing together ...