Walking a million miles...

I want to hear your breath just next to my soul,

I want to feel oppress without any rest,

I want to see you sing,

I want to see you fight,

because you are the real beauty of human right.

Like waiting for a bus that never shows...

Sometimes I have thoughts that even I don't understand. Thoughts that aren't even true - that aren't really how I feel - but they're running through my head anyway because they're interesting to think about. I guess a thought is harmless unless I believe it. It's not the thoughts themselves, but my attachment to my thoughts, that causes suffering. Though I cannot pretend I am without fear. That one day those thoughts will take hold of me. But still, my predominant feeling is one of gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and written. Above all, I have never blocked my thoughts. I have been a free-flow thinking being, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.

What I earned from all those tears...

When the shimmer of the past is melting into the present, spreading a scent of attentiveness and inquiringness, our mind may ask for a new reading of the story of our life. An innocuous flicker from a hazy sequence in our memory lane can affect our current awareness, making us raise questions, throwing new light on our expectations; crafting an airy vision of the future. I see now that the path I choose through the maze makes me what I am. I am not only a thing, but also a way of being - one of many ways - and knowing the paths I have followed and the ones left to take will help me understand what I am becoming.