We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
Cloud Atlas– by David Mitchell Spent the weekend reading this fascinating and imaginatively written book. Not a racy potboiler this. And no cliffhanger suspense either. Somewhere along its slow yet imaginative narrative, it will push …
My solemn promise to My Wife. My Women Friends. My Sisters. My Mom. All the Womenfolk. I will respect your choices and your equal rights to enjoy life and its liberties. I will not pass …
Purple Bird. Flutter and disquiet
In the wild. Flitting away far
Where Leaden feet. Cannot reach
Come converse in silence. Warble inside
The meaning of life is something we find through the mourning of life lost
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
– Pablo Neruda
(Feel so much like a spent force between Neruda and Rumi. Everything that could be ever expressed with deepest profundity and joy has been moveably and easily told by them)
Transactional Analysis, so what! I never knew I had a life script. And that there was a repeated pattern in the way I sought attention, fought anger, responded to attention or rebuffed people. I was …
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.