“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.” ― C.G. Jung
So much for personal branding-
we forget we were humans once,
made of flesh and blood,
thin skin that could sense feelings,
ugly heart that envied,
good heart that melted
like butter in warm summer. Continue reading “A Facebook Story ( Part II.)”
“The faster we run, the more determined is the Universe to slow us down. The more embedded our methods of self-distraction, the more agitating the truth-aches calling us back to authenticity. The more eagerly we race to the sky, the more intense the lessons that bring us back to earth. The Universe has no interest in our flight from reality. It wants us right here. Nowhere else… but here.”
– Jeff Brown, Ascending With Both Feet on the Ground
Continue reading “Right here..”
These days I brush my teeth twice,
once out of habit,
twice just to be sure. Continue reading “These days”
keep the door open
for too long?
In her head
distance is a thousand
light years, Continue reading “Did she”
My baby spreading arms
trying to hug bougainvillea leaves.
Pink is her sunshine.
Spring is her garden. Continue reading “Silence is this afternoon”
See how the green smiled at the morning,
green, that happy thing, Continue reading “Spring”
My heart is a winter,
seems like it will never melt,
Continue reading “My heart is a winter”
At 6 o’clock in the morning when loneliness stalks you,
visit your garden, listen to the whisper of the branches.
See how green the grass looks at the other side of your body.
Watch the cloud worshiping the bright orange hue in the sky,
see how everything in the nature is neatly arranged,
so individualistic, so alone, yet so much in order and friendship. Continue reading “At 6 o’clock in the morning”
It is not just another autumn evening. It is cold, calm, and composed. It is rainy, cloudy, and happy. People are home, drying their rain boots and raincoats. We are wandering outside. I am clicking the sky, my usual activity on rainy days. I am heavily pregnant.
A flock of birds is returning home. I am wondering why they need a home when they have wings.
Soon I am going to find the answer.
Continue reading “An urge to nest”