November, and February have always been two beautiful months for the appreciation of Winter and Rebirth.
It is in the translucent-ness and the whiteness of the snow that ofttimes, remind me of the tepidity and brusqueness of Love — the binary which is translatable, or fine-tuned by the energies humans externalise.
In the tone, We read the intention of the breath.
To be faithful to any deity, ideal … cacoethes, irrespective secular or organic, commences from that very gasp that conceived the fruit.
In the silent nights, as in the stilling of the mind … the float between swimming and diving from the surface to the depths of the journey, our quotidian are being realised even from within the darkness of that illusive routine reality, towards the dawn of awakening. The nature of fluidity is in it’s silence, stillness.
There are blessings even in bitterness.
The new world calls forth the reading of such moments — Time is our ally only if we make a conscious effort to realise it’s value and weight in our journey. Make time, to appreciate and read such moments, for it reveals the very treasure in the Gardens of the Embrace.
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