Category Archives: In a Meditative State
The Guardian Not Found Elsewhere
Memories, of the past, translated… As New Years approached that year, the master of my religious group sent over a basket of almond oil lamps, the scent of the almonds, the lamps in the bright off-red celebratory colors, inside the … Continue reading
The Autumn Wind of the Realms
In need, of, some peace and quiet, to get away, from it all, thoughts from the wilderness here, translated… Did the autumn breeze only see me as an ordinary friend? I’d felt, that coldness, increased little, by little here. It’s, … Continue reading
The Aroma of Books that Filled Up the Room
A space you can go, and just, meditate, and have some quiet time, inside your own home, that is why there’s a need for a den! Translated… The moment I entered into the den, the scent of books, entered into … Continue reading
Fishing, a Poem
In a meditative state here, so we can, contemplate about the issues of life itself, translated… After the Willow Wrote the Cursives by the Side of the Water It’d Asked the Busyness & the Hurriedness that Swam Over from Afar: … Continue reading
The Poetry in His Eyes
A child, who’d found his own special way, to connect with the outside world, translated… Strong usually can’t stay indoors long after his nap in the afternoon every day, as he’d finished playing with all of his toys and cards … Continue reading
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Tagged an Interaction a Child Shared with Nature, Connecting to the World Using His Own Way, Making Sense of His External Environments
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Meditating Under the Cherry Tree
With a photo attached, translated… With the temperature rising, the footsteps of summer came closer, the cheeks of the cherries started, becoming plump and red, this is, the markings of growth. At this time, the birds loved nothing more than … Continue reading
Spacing Out Every Now & Then
Spacing out………wow, had it already been, thirty minutes? It’d felt more like, just five! Translated… “We’d worked hard all day long, don’t even have time for a breath, if we can just, space out, it would be nice………” as I’d … Continue reading
Life, the Obstacle Course 