not all you can
Sunday, October 20, 2019
Friday, October 11, 2019
Wednesday, September 04, 2019
Rooms
There was once a man who was born to the doorway of a great mansion, a caravanserai, soon after he started crawling in, explored the entryway. How you cannot imagine that person not opening every door of that building and see what it could house, climbing to the roof, the attic and down to the basement and every balcony, start cooking in every kitchen to host friends and relations he has never met, the same way you should not be happy for him not opening every room of his mind and thinking. Your mind is that caravanserai and every person you meet has a key to a room that you have not opened to light yet, each person has a way to more of you waiting to be discovered still.
Education is more than just filling the existing rooms with stuff, it is also enabling a person to open new rooms.
Education is more than just filling the existing rooms with stuff, it is also enabling a person to open new rooms.
Friday, August 09, 2019
Tuesday, April 23, 2019
Oct 18, 2017
This afternoon
like the convulsions of a mother's womb,
the place and the circumstances
pushed me out the bay,
despite the weather and the rain.
Drifted out with the wind on my back.
Like my childhood.
Then came the time to climb
and toil back up.
Only when it was
the distance of a shout
from the shore
I stopped
and looked at the lights
on the land.
Despite the cold
and the rain
it felt like being cushioned on the clouds.
In that cerebral moment,
I yielded to the wind
and thought of the time when
it is difficult to say good by.
like the convulsions of a mother's womb,
the place and the circumstances
pushed me out the bay,
despite the weather and the rain.
Drifted out with the wind on my back.
Like my childhood.
Then came the time to climb
and toil back up.
Only when it was
the distance of a shout
from the shore
I stopped
and looked at the lights
on the land.
Despite the cold
and the rain
it felt like being cushioned on the clouds.
In that cerebral moment,
I yielded to the wind
and thought of the time when
it is difficult to say good by.
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