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Category Archives: Wondering
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
I do not know what to say. I just wish that the leaves on the ground can talk and tell you that even in the depth of winter it still feels like Autumn.
There is a stillness that runs deep that strokes the soul and a luminous silence that unlocks an ancient longing that I still do not understand. I just walk, wondering, as I come to terms with the deeper truth of … 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
I don’t know the logic of the universe as to why there is this mysterious geography that separates peace and suffering. I don’t know why people have to endure harsh times many times over in their lifetime. But do we … Continue reading
On a cold grey winter afternoon, the sun breaks in and spills over its light. It is a revelation without words. It is immaculate. And it matters, like a breath.
There are tribulations but there is also a deep longing for a greater meaning, a greater purpose, a greater truth, a greater love. That deep longing is a deep ache. And it tells who we really are. So Mysterious.