Author Archives: beisansburble

What I Miss Most

I wonder what it is that I miss the most about you? I feel your spirit still. And in fact, we have become closer since you left. I think what I miss the most is your voice. I guess because it is the closest thing to, I would think, your biological signature when you wereContinue reading “What I Miss Most”

Why Kombucha

Who’ll tell you why  Why we hope and dream  Why we tell ourselves first,  And each other later,  Lies that are half-truths:  Half in knowing, And half in not knowing  That we are never going to fully  Be in the knowing.  (Guess which half  Is more submerged in the self than the other.  Guess, then,Continue reading “Why Kombucha”

A Prism of Possibilities

This, today. I wish you could carve it along the walls of your home. One of the most remarkable ordinary days is occurring unreasonably.  Today had no incentive to start so kindly, but it did.  Something tells me that the magic of your growth is the actual source of this prismatic primitive feeling. This letterContinue reading “A Prism of Possibilities”

Life’s Garden

The roots of your little pleasures, fleeting joys and giddy delights in life should never be in the clutches of your big achievements, substantial rewards and potent prosperity. You must not mix up these two exhilarating sources of happiness: One effortlessly scattered like little wild infinite flowers across your entire life, and the other arduouslyContinue reading “Life’s Garden”

Bring Joy to Their Hearts

Once, upon a waning crescent moon during a spring in Khobar, Saudi Arabia, two apricot sellers wheeled their wooden carts down a long sandy curb outside of the market, a few hundred meters apart from each other. As the sun was packing to take its leave for the day, and so were the other marketContinue reading “Bring Joy to Their Hearts”

The Doctrine of Signatures

On one of the thirty-three islands they call home, my thoughts can rarely puddle up together to form droplets for a cloud to condense upon. They stagnate in the atmosphere; rarely falling to wash things away, adding to the methane gas emanating from the cow fields over many out-theres, alternating the amount of solar energyContinue reading “The Doctrine of Signatures”

Repressing

He had so many questions and they were shadowed by answers that were futile to both of us. He asked if I liked my new place, he asked what I had planned for tonight, he asked how my grandma was doing – things he knew the responses to. He also asked about the weather evenContinue reading “Repressing”

Guiltessly Rested

When they were guilty of restlessness. And so their story took form when the years duped them to becoming adults. Duped because adult-hood is not not a sorrowful hood to reside in. They signed papers, they paid bills, they bought china plates decorated with a gilt of gold on their rims, they scheduled times toContinue reading “Guiltessly Rested”