Why does everyone toy around with my heart and toss it into the recycle bin each time? (By everyone, I don’t mean it literally of course.)
Rumi said, Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. But is it any wonder that I have built massive walls all around my heart if each time I let people in, they very considerately shred it to bits?
I came across a beautiful silence some time back. I knew it from the distant past. So far back that I had forgotten about its existence. It just crept into my evening so quietly, so stealthily. Like the twilight changes into a velvety night even as you watch the moon rising slowly. It does not take you by surprise. Just feels very comforting and familiar, as if it never left you.
And now, it’s gone again. Why did it come back for such a fleeting moment? Where is it gone now?
Too many questions? But I really need some answers. Perhaps the Universe reads my blog.
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