Two Sentient Beings

poetry in progress two sentient beings at the edge of the other realm in chirpy vocals sang their hearts over the affairs of the humankind one of them crossly opined: isnt it a cursed realm? blood stains every inch of the way and half the creations has extinct most stuffed into the stomach which could be big as the universe itself desire big as the heart and they say there are only three dimensions when there are as many as as the mind has swum into being and the brains can you imagine they can work computers but on their own cannot tabulate up to seven digits in three seconds without falling heads over heals some of them practically walk into their deaths i helped some, by zooming onto their intuition about impending risks, some got it, some didnt i even sent dreams just now i just sent a wave into someone that he would be very rich in the near future and he did show some response I flew away anyway would you love to be there living with them anyway? oh dear, you mean like Buddha who taught them a thing or two about the hereafter noway, it is a realm where rats go to for me, i would love to be just flying in this, and whenever possible give out a light or two to deserving souls i might bump into right below