In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way. Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.
Exceptional poem, Amira and where there is nothing but Oneness in the centre of our being. Too good.👌👌👌👌
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Thank you so much dear Kamal for your beautiful comment! ❤
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Welcome dear Amira.
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