It's snowing outside, a million flakes drifting down to embrace my world, a million beautiful indications that beauty is everywhere, that miracles happen, that life is worth living, if only we open our eyes to it...
Today, after a long time, I have some time to myself - just the snow outside and me, time to introspect, time to ponder but just now, I don't want to think, I just want to watch the snow fall, to create my very own christmas; I wish the million thoughts in my head would drift away too, to wisps of nothingness or settle down to create a canvas as white, as enchanting, as the canvas drawn in front of my eyes now...shhh, no thoughts today, just the snow and me.
For some strange reason, I am reminded of these lines from a comment posted on my blog, ages ago it seems now, in response to my need for a blank, clear mind, one not so confused, not so jumbled...
Jumble of twine, colorful and bright,
makes your weaving a beautiful sight.
Were your twine, white and sane,
would your tapestry be the same?
A verse that made me smile that day...and today I am back to where I was, revisiting old thoughts, requesting yet again, for a white canvas and I send my yen out to the white world outside, asking them if they will help me weave a beautiful tapestry from the broken bits and pieces that lie abandoned in my head...
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5 comments:
send some snow our way :-) Its not that i am complaining about the fine weather here, but we definitely need some moisture (snow or rain) in this part of the country.
how i wish i had my "alone-time" too :( not going to happen atleast for couple of monthes! :(
lucky u! :)
u said u wont think and yet this post :)
dont think...enjoy the white snow until it lasts!!!
I was reminded of these verses...
worthless of a price is a mind without caprice
northless be the soul as morbid as a ghoul
canvas so white, canvas so snow
can vastly smite the mood right now
now that was very poetic... mmm... kewl. a nice snowy moment always presents an opportunity for rumination and creativity!
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