As he bitterly thumped his fist on his head.
Momo did not reply
But gazed hypnotically, wide-eyed at the boy….
“What would Katara say?” he mused;
“ ‘Don’t beat yourself up, Sweetie, you’re only confused’ ?“
“What would Sokka, her brother, advise?
‘Well, since I’m much smarter, you’re so right to surmise!’ ?
What would Toph say?” he thought of her too….
“ ‘Why beat yourself up before I’m through with you?’ ?
And I suppose Zuko would simply yell:
‘You idiot! Can’t আপনি tell?
It’s as plain as distinguishing Heaven from Hell!’ “
Then the অবতার boy slowly fell:
Descending into a mysterious sleep—
A state of unconsciousness so deep—
Till his body could no longer his spirit keep
From wandering into quantum uncertainty
In an encounter with Ultimate Reality….
When he awoke, the প্রশ্ন of idiocy
Was still not addressed definitively
But somehow, strangely, he could smile,
Emotionally unaffected for a while….
“Maybe I am an idiot, অথবা maybe not;
The same could be ব্যক্ত of the rest of the lot
But Ultimate Reality has yet to decide
In Her encompassing wave, we all reside
Like elemental particles in a restless sea
Of infinite Possibility
And endless Diversity…
So until I have breathed my last,
Ultimate judgement has not been passed—
Like a quantum wave function yet to collapse;
Emotional turmoil need not relapse.
For who’s to predict what was done অথবা undone
Would guarantee a probability of one
Entirely “evil” অথবা completely “good”
May lose its meaning on removing the hood
That narrows one’s perspective
In a Multiverse ever-subjective
Where even the smallest quark
Can choose to be wave অথবা particle
So does observer bias make its mark
In judging almost every article
Upon perceiving good অথবা bad,
Smart অথবা idiot, sane অথবা mad…
In a boundless ocean of probability
Why not choose…..Equanimity?
WORDBENDER MEDITATES WITH AVATAR AANG
