Winter, will it come
again or not…I don't know. But it is winter which taught me the uncertainties
of loneliness, the crying 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 the sea, the waves
communicated—the waves of my mind and the sea. Soon winter breaks the silence
into pieces of thoughts, slowly evolving me and 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 dampness.
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