Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Mystic

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.

"Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
how it sings of separation..."


Elisabeth said...

A tale of separation, the hardest for all of us. Thanks, Nazia, for these words that to me urge us to take courage.

Nazia Mallick said...

Yes Elisabeth
And thanks to you too!

Basque-Land said...

This picture takes my breath away. Sometimes separation is what unsticks us.

Nazia Mallick said...

Thanks Rozanna!

I find your word "unstick" very fascinating.When I ponder over it, it gives me many different definitions. I think I can relate to it in many ways too.


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