13 March 2015


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I like to keep my flowers till the very end. Till the colours start to fade and the petals start to fall. When they are no longer soft at touch. I like to see their shape change. How they start to fall upon themselves. How they become beautifully fragile. I like to observe. Observe how they live beautifully and die beautifully. And by beautiful I don't just mean their outer beauty but beauty in all that they give, in the time they are around. Give. I think that's the important word here. And I realise. Time is fleeting. Change is inevitable. And our choices shape us. And I hope the choices I make are good ones. Choices that are somewhat molded by the word give. I think that's a beautiful way to live and die. Giving.

8 March 2015

Last night

Last night, in private, I asked the wise old man to reveal to me the secret of the world. Softly he whispered, Hush!, in my ear: 
It’s something you learn, not words you can hear.
- Rumi

11 February 2015

A diptych for two

Flower Diptych
The mouth should have three gatekeepers. 

Is it true? 

Is it kind? 

And is it necessary?

-Arab Proverb

A beautiful proverb and reminder that I always like to come back to, and try to apply to everyday life. Too often we let fruitless and empty words slip from our mouths. And too often we fail to realise the impact and power of our words.