One right to which few individuals care to lay claim is the right to wander, life on the roads is liberty: one day bravely to throw off the shackles with which modern life and the weakness of our heart encumber us, in a pretence of liberty; to arm oneself with the symbolic staff and bundle and run away! Selfish happiness perhaps. But happiness indeed for those able to appreciate it. (Isabelle Eberhard, 1901)
"Traveling - First it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller" -
Friday, May 13, 2016
The Beloved
Blossoms raining over me
My hands form a tulip
My shoulders are covered in a soft invisible mantle
Caressing my skin and filling
me tenderly with warmth
It means, the Beloved is playing with you, she said.
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