Dark chilly night. Hymn of rain falling flows in the background. The music of Tibetan meditation chants fills the air with peace. A book in hand, I settle on the couch with a comforter to keep me warm and cozy. What do I do? you ask. I point to the book lying on the coffee table. You pick it up and sit next to me; I rest my legs on yours. The fragrance of lilies diffuses all around us. As if the books are instruments, our hands play with its strings, the pages – turning them one after another, creating a melody. My heart melts little by little as you read through the chapter animatedly. Love, everywhere. Some moments are stolen by the silent, smiling glances we exchange. Bliss.

In that hour, every blink, every word, every thought, every sigh, every breath – all of it becomes a prayer.


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  1. #1 by The Girl Next Door on October 10, 2013 - 10:00 pm

    Beautiful! Can totally relate to it! 🙂
    It is wonderful how even the most mundane of things, like gazing out of your balcony or even folding clothes – can become a spiritual experience, given the right circumstances and mindset.

    hmmm, true…


  2. #2 by DI on October 11, 2013 - 3:16 am

    Wow! Loved it.

    thank you!


  3. #3 by Arch on October 15, 2013 - 1:01 am




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