The Saga of Prosperous Snow Continues |
Jamál (Beauty), 8 Raḥmat (Mercy) 175 B.E. - Sunday, July 1, 2018 Inspiration arrives in the middle of the night, gunshots... or is it fireworks going off; this close to the 4th you never know. Sometimes you hear strings strummed, half asleep you compose a poem, write it in your meditation journal-- using a nightlight or the street light for illumination-- the next morning you look at it and ask: Was it a dream, or did the woman in the apartment next door have her television too loud again? Inspiration is everywhere, you just have to be conscious enough to feel its vibrations. |