it’s all about the heart
Its incredible how one’s needs can be so contrary from one moment to the next.
Or maybe vociferousness is not for me.
The day was warm and the park beckoned. I reached for the camera but then left it behind.
There was a need for silence. I did not want to capture an outward display of appreciation. Instead, I took it inward. I wanted it to implode within and drown me in its presence. To let it pool in the center of my being and then let it burgeon with the stillness of the woods. Tender, quiet, restful. A balm, a solace, a gathering of the wayward sinews of breath and then, a releasing.
An unraveling, a crumbling of the walls of the fortress. And then, a gentle rebuilding.
The Fortress of One’s Heart by Rama Desai https://ramaink.wordpress.com
photo sources at www.pinterest.com/al513