Today. I spent a little time with inspiration. Today. I felt humble. Today. I swam in the mists of contemplative philosophy. Today. I got to know myself a little better. Today. I rubbed shoulders with giants. Today.
I remembered my father.
Time for the soul
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Mahmood – nice poem. Your father was an artist, wasn’t he ?
See how the mind alters, opens and expands when you get out.
Maybe there is some lesson in there. Not everyone can get out. Can you bring a slice of the experience back with you….Art, creativity, some project that people can share in..
just my musings…
have a wonderful, inspirational time !
I always do! And yes, instead of the next gift of BD1000, maybe they should issue Gulf Air tickets to a destination that does not involve religious tourism.
Just a thought!