it’s been a long time since I wrote anything and actually posted it. A melancholy sifts through my day today. With clouds hanging low, the sudden release of rain, hoping, waiting and then just letting it all go so that the earth can absorb me again.
I watched as two birds sat on the highest little branch of my grandfather’s tree watching and listening, just as I, the sky change color, the wind mixed with rolling thunder.
As things continue, my fourth June back in Karachi, the movement of my solitary life has reached a new destination, completely lost in translation.
my words are stuck, a theme for 2013, where I long and yearn for something to truly change. a lost heart, broken with wings, flies from mountain top to mountain top to find that the view has not changed at all. And neither have I.
I feel incomplete, longing for a wholeness, that tempts me with glimpses. and all i can do is return to the lostness of the vast sensations my heart sends through and through. as my mind races from the past to the future, I pray for the depth to carry myself over another edge. of never knowing and yet always trusting.
“Are you going to leap into the abyss or are you going to stick to the safe, the known …In other words, if you do not leap off the cliff, you will be tossed off it.” Shaykh Ebrahim (Etsko Schuitema Millenium Discourses)