tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857509527776719703.post5629339247873676320..comments2023-03-27T06:35:06.486-04:00Comments on Confessions of a nocturnal nomad: confessions p 30Ali Alikhanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07870383993844549285noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8857509527776719703.post-40018647712959898992014-05-25T13:17:19.332-04:002014-05-25T13:17:19.332-04:00(made a typo!)
I was thinking that just right now...(made a typo!)<br /><br />I was thinking that just right now, I was holding this beautiful tea cup in my left hand, all these wonderful pink shaded roses hand painted on this beautiful tea cup, my life held in a gracious cup.<br />The Beloved loves me so, this life is so beautiful in full spectrum, and I ask what did I do to deserve this miracle of a life...<br /><br />Perhaps you are right, perhaps nothing, perhaps attaching a reason for everything is an irresistible function of the human mind I was blessed with.<br /><br />Thank you for your poetry as always, illuminating.Neblinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08262335217580855900noreply@blogger.com