Goodbye 29 - July 18

One week to go and i have so many things to share. A part of me feels those who have read through these series will now easily be able to predict my characters going forward! eeeks!

I have much to share today - but it will have to be a short post. In fact I am going to start and end with what i usually end with. A poem from Khalil Gibran that I chanced upon yesterday and is so worthy of being shared as much as possible. I apply this today to a different kind of love - not the romantic love I usually speak about on this blog. But the love for a dream, the hard work that pursuing that dreams invariably brings along with it, the trials and the tribulations and yet the overwhelming joys of following what truly enlivens you. To that, to my dream and my first few steps towards it, I dedicate this poem today.

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him,
Though the sword hidden amongst his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you, believe in him.
though his winds may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste to the gardens.

For even as love crowns you, so he shall crucify you,
Even as he is for your growth, so he is for your pruning
Even as he ascends to your heights and caresses the tenderest branches
that quiver in the sun
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth

....

Khalil Gibran

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Zindagi Migzara.

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Heer and Sahiba

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Goodbye 29 - July 9

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Zendagi Migzara

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