“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” — William Blake A day, sharp and bright, full of hopes and laughter, it seems. Yet, each day is a mystery, words to hear you never could imagine, maybe even confessions of a lost path and of heartbreak, hard and bitter. …… Read More No reason No rhyme
(1) Rose petals and windy days Riding on horses wild and free I hear them noises far and bitter I hear their music loud and strong Murmuring to myself old fairytales Dancing to his steps with ease and singing along each melody each grasp a joyful reunion Tea leaves and golden meadows Every… Read More Rose petals and windy days
When little things start to bother you, Nil, it might be because you need more big things in your life. Happily, there’s a super-easy spiritual fix: Get out more.