Whispering Thoughts

I am but a handful of soil, moulded a few decades ago, and infused with life.  To the mother Earth,  I belong.  The Mother Earth,  which is apparently a hundred trillion years old: the core, the constitution some four billion years of age. So going by the Scriptures,  my life will be over, long before Brahma calls it a day,  long before Vishnu has taken a breath, exhaled precisely, and long before a nanosecond  has been ticked in Shiva's timeline. Born and then reborn.  Over and over again. A very ephemeral life,  one beautiful existence. That alone be the aim. Linking with Dating Earth Rab rakha  Welfare unto all 

Best conversations, to listen to the unsaid.  Science of friendship.  Linking with Photo Challenge #502 Rab rakha  Welfare unto all