This is an excerpt of a sort .From the book “slouching towards Bethlehem” by Joan Didion . That's her in the photo below. The words are her’s . The arrangement mine . The structure , the one I am comfortable with (poetic ).Like a music arranger who arranges , parts of well known tunes in to the arrangement of his ...
Children ofcourse will outgrowtheir childhood wheels and also their dreams when their limbs grow talland their hearts fly farbut does a cripple ever grow legs ?
Our story is not of the surf rushing to her loverembracing at first sightholding on for that eternal momenttill the inevitable farewellthe lingering memories that wash the shoreand remain a whilesince she’s leftIt is more of the mountin the drizzlegently smilingdrawing in a long sighin the summer breezeknowingand waiting To be washed down to the seaOne day
I bid goodbye ironically with a. “See you next time “. After 10 years we met and here we are now looking forward for the next time . Then it hit me. Although colonization, globalization and tourism have taught us to bide farewell, in the lines of “Farewell”, “Good bye” , “Hasta la vista “ or “See ya “ , ...
Happiness sometimescomes in a polythene bagfilled with waterin the form of two petrifiedblack molliescharily carried by a boyrunning fast as his feet could To release them in to the empty horlicks bottlewhere until yesterdaylived four tadpoles
These are Bhodisatva carvings of Buduruwagala. Lovely place, the story yet hidden in the mist of the past. Some say they are of the mahayana tradition, dating towards the end of the Anuradapura period . Mahayana and Theravada are quite different to what we think they are . May be Theravada could end up to be the practical interpretation of ...
A thousand dreams he dreamtspread across a life timespread over many livesmany eonsWhile he waits for the sunriseover samanala peakWhile he watched the day dieon the shores of Gokannamay be even in Jethawanawhile the Thathagatha preached To realitynow he is waking upfrom one dream at a timepeeling off samsara In the end he will realizethat reality isnothing
Have you heard story about the man who cried for the shoes until he saw a man with no feet ? This week that was me who craved for the shoes.I found my self between a rock and a hard place and wished I have reached the bottom , and was not still on the fall , reaching a new ...
