The words plundered the nooks of my thoughts: I do. I become. I am. I need. I want. I have. They calcified and set themselves to tiny stones in areas I couldn’t always swim to and reach when my eyes were closed. But I knew they were there, evolving. They are there creating a lakeContinue reading “Plundered”
Category Archives: Short Burble
A Thought to Hold for a minute
Isn’t it lovely how, sometimes, even the toughest of us struggle so hard to hold back tears from falling down and laughter from bursting out? Our vulnerability differs in extent and frequency, but all of us are permeable and maybe we can even allow ourselves to say that all of us are vulnerable. No matterContinue reading “A Thought to Hold for a minute”
Dumb-founded in Happiness
Perhaps when you see someone happy it teaches you more about happiness than if you were happy yourself. You see things from a distance and you notice that actually, no, you don’t need to reach your arm out that far to attain joy. You walk into joy gleefully as if into a fluffy cloud thatContinue reading “Dumb-founded in Happiness”
Hang in There
“Hang in there”, they said.But he wasn’t hanging at all, his fingers were building a home for himself.He was climbing. If he seemed to them to be hanging, how can we tell them that it’s because he liked to live on the edge?He liked to be right where he was, in mid air.He depended onContinue reading “Hang in There”
Opposite Ways
I love you in the way that I do: crazily, daringly, vulnerably, anxiously. I don’t love you in the way that you do: calmly, steadily, carefully, sensibly. I can only love you for who you are, and you can only love me for who I am, if we love each other in the opposite waysContinue reading “Opposite Ways”
so ist es.
so it is. I met him accidentally. A chance was presented to me. Like a single thread that wove in and out of itself, he turned into a net that both tripped me and caught me from falling. He carried me with a single thread spun into a web. And with the loose end ofContinue reading “so ist es.”
I met a boy
I met a boy. He seemed, at first, to be just a little boy whose paws smelled like a kid’s old sweaty sock after a football match, and whose skin had soft fur that knots when he gets nervous, and whose farts are lethally silent. But he taught me things, like: time is relative. ItContinue reading “I met a boy”
I can be whatever
“I can be whatever I want to be”, she thought out, too loud for my feminine taste. “I swear I am not a victim of all that made me into this, so far. This body’s edges end somewhere, but they re-form elsewhere too, I believe. These muscles can stretch this much only,” and she flungContinue reading “I can be whatever”
Temptation
It is just as important to mindfully satisfy a temptation as it is to resist it. Do not underestimate the spontaneous intuitive necessity of satisfying a temptation. Differentiate between whether this temptation is considered wrong because you said so, or whether it is just so. Your answer marks the difference between you satisfying your temptationContinue reading “Temptation”
Control through Love
The worst kind of control is control through love. The type that hides its fangs with a close-mouthed smile. The type that adorns your cage with bits of food so that you keep busy nibbling with gratefulness and that teaches you that silence is harmony. You can only be a victim of this kind ofContinue reading “Control through Love”
Beisan's Burble 