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the humble thing called love..

mornings and smiles.. sky and our path.. how could life be so easy and amazingly beautiful..

good morning..

simply beautiful to enjoy life as it is..

the choice..

I might be in love or out of love.. listen to love.. or denying at all.. diligently follow my heart.. or hiding from.. walk with.. or run away.. it is me not you..

the silence of us..

secret is.. when people keep talking about their wants and needs..doubts and fears.. when I keep saying no, dragging myself far.. my heart beats.. because their pains become mine.. these could bring me down.. Rumi keeps quiet.. sunset and sunrise..day and night. time has no means as their secrets and mine are laughing at me.. I am sitting with Rumi..centuries apart feeling the pain, could not be understood by me.. whispering to me.. accepting these..nothing you can do..

should known better..

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this time around..

heaven and earth..

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the contrast of life.. day and night.. and we revolve around.. unspoken feelings.. unspoken histories.. accepting the contrast of life..

my secrets..

“Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.”  ―  Erich Fromm ,  The Art of Loving when I am alone and listening to the clouds, while they could share freely the pieces of secrets found along their journey.. I become an humble observer with no intention to tell them what I feel.. and my secrets..

no second chance..

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if I had a second chance to start it all over again.. to rewrite the details and scenes..the people and places.. to re program the time of all serendipities happened and my "yess" to follow them.. after all.. no second chance.. but  I am okay with my coffee and books

my fears..

go deep and dive into my doubts.. said to myself: be brave to feel.. but please be humble.. not asking my assumption and judgement to walk with me swallow my fear..and taste my fear the sweetness of my freedom..

sky and me..

for thousand stories and hundreds of my point of views. the reasons and explanations..thoughts and ideas who am I keep thinking the life for thousand stories to be created who am I finding reasons for not feeling me sky and me..arent we the same? I forget that we have promised to be light enough to be with