So this is what happened… My wife and I step on the free bus to the MRT. We’re on our way to the east of Taiwan for a weekend vacation. (We currently live in Taipei.)
Those of us who are dying can often feel alone. They’re turning into butterflies, when their loved ones, even though they may mean well, want to keep them as caterpillars.
I found this today…
Fluttering by. A seemingly chaotic dance of dips and dives, of colours and their shades, without a beginning and an end, without a known purpose, to the endless song of silence. Not questioning the butterfly, not asking why or when or how or what; being with the butterfly we can lose ourselves in that silentContinue reading “The Flutter-by Dance”
“We are human beings, first and last. Our religion is our faith in humanity—and there can be no religion greater than that. If we come as Indians, we will meet Pakistanis. If we come as…
Do you remember to go easy on yourself?
I never know how much I need you
until we’re apart;
with you, everything I see
turns into an ode to life… cont
The flower and I…
We enrolled together,
you and I.
That’s why we met,
it’s why we’re together.
When you accept you don’t know
Who I am is;
When thinking Stops