Do you see?
How the big white ball
on that dark sheet covered with stars is skulking behind clouds? And look how
the clouds manoeuvre past the zillion stars. They are playing a silent symphony to you. You know why? Because you are special. You are special as the world
offers you its incredulous beauty. Traverse it like it is a part of you. Traverse
it like you traverse your soul. And everything around shall speak endearments
into your ears.
On the colossal canvas
formed by a whole pack of myriad thoughts, take a stroll on a path and wander
through it. Be free and free your soul! You see a young girl, there. See how
her eyes gleam as she looks out of the small window. She is agog at dark grey
clouds that greet her with a loud thunderous sound. She absorbs all that the
nature has to offer and runs out to be a part of it. The sight is pleasing.
Does it remind you of your unfathomable longing to soak up the first shower of
the season?
It does, to me!
For all that is relevant
is out there in open. For all that is worth a try is free of complications and
doubts. Just like what Rumi says:
“The breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open
Don't go back to sleep!”
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Don't go back to sleep!
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep!
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch,
The door is round and open
Don't go back to sleep!”
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