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Category Archives: Beauty
It is just a wish, a description, an ideal, but still with no face. But I know there is not just one. But where and when and how? Questions that are not easy to answer. Questions that are beyond me … Continue reading
Alone in this cold Grey November morning. In this moment, I deeply surrender to the pale sunlight, the silent leaves, the wet grass that is still green. There are no birds, no songs, only the fluency of silence, the knowing … Continue reading
The snow silently came down last night. There is a certain kind of reverence to it. And then those warm tears just came out. Just like that. So beautiful yet so strange.
Beauty speaks through the crunching sound of dried leaves. Alone and lonely on a long walk, it makes so much sense. I think this is how we fall in love.
The beautiful clarity of the early morning like a clear brook in ancient times. There is a quiet insistence in this that ties holiness with beauty. Then the yellow light silently and slowly spreads, glittering the leaves that help unfold … Continue reading
Another cold grey sunday morning. The street is wet because of the melting snow and the rain last night and this early morning. Strange to think that there is a certain kind of eloquent thinness in this landscape that I … Continue reading
Early morning. A faint bluish light. A profound transition. An unfolding of clarity, of our essential nature, of what is true. An opening up of consciousness and finding where we are, as we see, as we simply know. And it … Continue reading
Icy behaviour. Cracks. A certain kind of brokenness, of scattered feelings. And yet really seeing it deeply can surprisingly elevate a kind of relating to a level of a benevolent oneness and untangle and soften the complexity of the situation, … Continue reading
The cold wind gasps, the clouds weep. It was their last time to see and to say goodbye to that departing leaf of autumn. Everything has changed. Their world will be different from now on though they will still go to work, brush their teeth, drink … Continue reading
Early autumn morning no need for words drinking tea is enough.