In between day to day readings and writing, I'm really enjoying posting random multiple stuff like this in my blog after a long time. How much I missed this pleasure of blogging without a care of the world or for the audience. No likes or loves, no attention, no moral policing, no judging, no interfering. I need not constantly put my guard up, need not be very conscious of what I'm writing. It's every bit liberating. Like throwing your thoughts out into the universe and watching them instantly transform into stardust only to disappear. It is like a cozy little corner of the house where you end up with a hot cup of coffee and book at the end of a busy day.
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Here is a poem I'm currently reading, by Naomi Shihab Nye again.
You Have to Be Careful
You have to be careful telling things.
Some ears are tunnels.
Your words will go in and get lost in the dark.
Some ears are flat pans like the miners used
looking for gold.
What you say will be washed out with the stones.
You look for a long time till you find the right ears.
Till then, there are birds and lamps to be spoken to,
a patient cloth rubbing shine in circles,
and the slow, gradually growing possibility
that when you find such ears
they already know. ---- Naomi Shihab Nye from Words Under the Words (1995)
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