Marks, Friends, Cloud-Partings - Fourteenth Letter

Dear reader,

As the light of day gets struck down by the ubiquitous coldness of night, I come to meet you.

I carry on my shoulders stories that I hope I'll never have to share with you, for they are echoes of a bitter-sweet selfishness that reminds me of who I am.

I have in my hands an endless continuity of scents and lost touches, first embraces and last kisses, laughter that was too revealing to be left roaming around with the winds, and tears - salty, wet, and hastily wiped away.

On my forehead there now lives a deep furrow of life's fluidity.

A mark.

A friend.

A cloud-parting.

A first day of spring.

Aren't we all precisely that?

Marks.

Friends.

Cloud-partings.

First days of spring.

Today, as you keep your own stories on your shoulders, join me on A RAY OF SIGH and check out the latest releases:

1. Virginia Woolf: The Waves and Their Beautiful Inner Worlds

Virginia Woolf

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2. Stress Society: Eckhart Tolle On The Unique Way Of Stillness

Eckhart Tolle | photo credit: Eckhart Tolle

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VIRGINIA WOOLF

 

"The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there was a pause; another chirped lower down. The sun sharpened the walls of the house, and rested like the tip of a fan upon a white blind and made a blue finger-print of shadow under the leaf by the bedroom window. The blind stirred slightly, but all within was dim and unsubstantial. The birds sang their blank melody outside."

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