Sometimes a poemsays exactly what you felt..Yesterday, some quiet time,aloneamongst the treesbelow the sky..Talks that you dont rememberlaughterand thenquiet time..music..and feeling a quiet happiness..May be all this is bcoz ofjust being present in that quiet time..No thoughts, no past, no future,no regrets, no guilt, no secrets..nothing to do, nowhere to reach,no mountains to climbnothing to… Continue reading Quiet time
Day: December 21, 2016
The hurricane of experience – Poem
Rumi The Big Red Book