I have so many stories, so many interesting things. I would like to be able to actually pen down about them, in detail, and my feelings about things. I want to make it colorful, and have anything in there that reminds me of whatever I may have done that day…
I like to imagine that inside each of us is a beautiful, blue calm lake, surrounded by snow-capped mountains on all sides, where a morning-fresh breeze unceasingly blows. A shimmering blue lake that reflects the pines on its banks, if only we let it stay that way. Instead, we throw stones, create ripples, shout out loud and break that majestic silence, the silence of our soul.
I try and visit this Inner lake every once in a while, and find it surprisingly easy to let go off all the noise of my existence around its tranquil waters.
Perhaps, I should want to do something, but then not try too hard, bring my desire as a prayer to the lake and wait for it to be granted—stranger things have been known to happen.
A bird in my minds bough triggers a question to me...? I ransack my bowl of knowledge for an answer....Voice of a broken heart!