Shades Of Grey

Under the cloudy sky of December, everything has taken a monochromatic look.  The few remaining leaves have long given up their greenish hues; brittle and brown barely hanging on.  The cold embrace of winter surrounding all, is here to stay for months to come.  

Inside, a different tune is playing.  Imagination and creativity keep the fire within going.  

"He and I are one.

like the word and its meaning,

behold union in separation,

like the eye and vision, 

Not for a moment is He separate from me

Behold us together everywhere, 

like flower and fragrance."

-Sarmad

Daydream

Tasked with dreaming a new day, I sit at my writing desk on this quiet summer morning.  Steam rising from the black tea dances across the surface before disappearing into the sweet morning air.  I hold the floral teacup between my hands enjoying its warmth and smoky fragrance.  The assortment of pencils with infinite potential huddled together in the jar, seem eager to tell enchanting stories of faraway worlds.  

So begin the summer days; following the golden threads of sunlight through the window, my gaze shifts towards a new sky, the gateway to a world beyond.

"I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us."

-Khalil Gibran