Winter Speaks

Winter it may come again or not¦I don't know. But it is winter which told me the uncertainties of loneliness the cry of leaves freezing veins a period of hibernation quest of spirituality and metamorphosis. No wonder while I was walking alone on the seashore in between the lips of my mind and sea there the waves communicated”the waves of my mind and sea. Soon the winter breaks the silence into pieces of thoughts slowly evolving me unto my total involvement into the depth of expressions. On the seashore from the lips of two waves the ultimate silence of winter breaks and the winter speaks. A language of Survival Silence and Meditation Without tears and wetness An intense desire To be born again...