My Writings

What I Asked For

Days born of music, days born of silence. Dawn and fervor, newly-wed, promised me a day. People, rushing like a beehive, trembling, like atoms, myself among them. At noon, power overwhelms me, the sun – ever present, taken for granted. Later, a heaviness in my feet. Exhausted, expired.

I perished in the night. Stripped of ambition, I ceased to exist. Perfection was reached, not a detail could be added, today, to make it better, nothing could be taken away. Time wasted carefully, borrowed, unrepayable. To be relished.

Balance, slow down. Speed up. Fundamentals, simple moves, elementary – building blocks – a decision, an action. Trickling drops of color, in the bowl of life. Divination, to see them all dance.

What blessing would you want, if you could catch any? Myself – a moth in my hand, brilliant wings.

Exactly what I asked for.


Related posts

My Writings

Land of Ing

I was a student, in the Land of Ing, the great and powerful, the fertile. I adopted its tongue, speaking sweetly to my soul. Self-e...

My Writings

A Conquered Summit

What stands before me, is the realization of the individual, and its establishment, in the world. The end of a cycle, a path that circ...