Living in freedom is a personal choice for some. How free are we in the bonded world where we are connected not only by love, but also by hatred.
A brand new year unfolds into a somewhat known and somewhat unknown time ahead. How do we want to spend the year is each person't personal perspective.
You call me mad my child But I love you my dear child. When you tumbled and toddled, My hands always fondled. When you injured your little toe And cried in pain, I smiled, I cheered you up and comforted. Hidden from your eyes I cried for your pain For I felt that pain … Continue reading You call me mad!
A niche I carved for my heart Of spiritual treats of meditation darts
Tiny crystalline dots of dew, embellish all, not just a few Where do they hide, before their appearance? Where do they go, after disappearance? Do they feel the pains now and ever?