The Monkey Mind

" The price of wisdom is suffering " " Yet, when all is lost... even a part " you ", you define as yourself, hold on, be the steady rock enduring the wrathful storm, with a pure heart, a clear mind, and spirit free  letting go, distraction, abstraction, retraction holding in only  that which you truly need, then, you will rescue yourself,  then, you will soar to true freedom, then, the only question is when..." ...When we become  more  when we have  less  ..."  -the earth opens up to the heavens for mortals to ascend,"   once more                                                                                                                                                                                   (PC:  reflections25blog.wordpress.com) In, the u ncertainty that   represents life,   having less, the heart synchronizes with the mind, and the body strives with purposeful steps continuing that long march, under the sweltering sun during the

Kindness of Stranger A beautiful memory, as fresh as the morning lilies swaying by the cool morn; it visits my forgettable mind with unforgeable warmth. Breathing deep in its vivid depth of remembrance, its ordinariness is what makes it remarkable, to me. Both in form as well as in the essence, a brilliant spark of clarity blazing amidst the murky world, it invites recollection in the tranquility of solemn silence. The beginning of this remarkable memory, an ordinary memory, was the end of a fateful another. It was the time when COVID-19 had just retreated from its ruthless sojourn, and its retreat had endowed my reality with a sense of normalcy. Finally, I was set free. Free from the suffocation of four walls, which were meant to protect me. There, I survived dwelling in a perpetual echo chamber of the self, scrolling up and down, the boiled-down version of the daily expiration of lives , desensitized by the rising cold hard numbers. It was simply boredom retiring with a sigh, wh