A leaf will always makes me surprised during every summer. A single torn leaf. I saw it first time when i was laying down on the courtyard of my house. I was trying to discipline my broken thoughts to the normality. Then it hit me. it continued every day. If I was out home one day it will wait for me there. A pretty yellow leaf. I started thinking of our birth, our existence. there must be a seed in every one. the seeds of divinity that are often spoken of by men and women who have perceived a different reality? Of madness? Of terror? What seeds lies in us, unknown to us? Are there wings in us making us wish of the sky? If there is a thirst, there must be water somewhere...
I don't understand, then why we cant find the water? What is the unworthy fact that stop us from growing? love never can stop one growing.
I walk on, more conscious of possibilities around us... engulfed by a deep reverence and awe when I consider of what could be there in the air and in ourselves. there are surprises around us...
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