Thursday, April 28, 2016

sound of the unheard

When rainfalls, don’t talk. Don’t analyze it. Listen. It is a sound of the unheard. Open your heart and drink it. Blessings is coming down to drench your parched soul. to quench your cosmic thirst. when clouds are tired of being opaque and heavy, they surrender and fall into the arms of mystery for whoever is willing to die into mystery becomes the mystery Itself.

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