When our hearts stopped communicating with each other,
entire world looked empty and silent.


Life began to slide into an abyss of infinite silence..

Don't allow thoughts in your nursery
to grow big and trouble you.

Bonsai them.

Tiny things are Cute !

reverberating, reaping, the sown.
no-one escapes poetic justice.

detached does not mean unmoved
on the contrary, freed from self
your empathy grows and grows.

even as your heart drags you through the circles of hell
and your knees buckle under the weight of life,
a soft, confident voice rouses the parts of your soul
that nudge your spirit back into its natural rhythm.
you slowly rise, feeling the ashes under your feet.

The greatest disaster in life is not failure...it's not learning from it.