When words are mere pericarps

This in a previously unimaginable place. And writing makes its embracing somewhat inadequate. Today, and for the last couple of months, I find myself recognizing new layers to the concepts of beauty, love, friendship, the mortal (animal) and the god-thought. They all touch me whenever unspoken. And that is the troublesome moment in itself. The… Continue reading When words are mere pericarps

A Requiem on Arrival

What happens to a newborn when touched, impressed, moved by the depth of music but without the release of tears? Where does the intensity land?