Monday, 14 January 2019

Meditations
May 4, 2018
At the edges is always the sun
rising and setting,
ever abiding.
The terrains of the sun
have no borders.
The moon comes
waxing and waning,
reading the cosmic words,
she seeks the means
to reinvent the legacy of the silence 
inherited by the humans
hidden in the spaces of
what they call a language.

Thanks for the image and inspiration +Souheil Ghammachi 
Originally shared by Souheil Ghammachi
We melt into each other
with phrases.
We are edged with mist.
We make an unsubstantial
territory.

~ Virginia Woolf
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