across the city ..

i want to write, but my eyes are half closed.

it was out there in the distance, yet calm and familiar. yellow light splashed the room as if it were not shy of any crooked corners.. it radiated an energy that i was looking to find .. .. beyond the french windows, i could kiss the fields that lay bare and naked. it threw me off the regular beat of the day, gently awakening me to the stillness all around ... what was i doing here, i asked myself? slightly nervous, more apprehensive - i knew I had'nt done enough thinking. it was going to be ramblings of a scattered mind.

how long has it been since i've been still? am i aware of what i sound like in such a silence?

we shared. laughed a bit. distracted the silence with crunches of potato chips.

i heard many stories. of hope, of fear, of calmness, of resolve, of pain and of anger ... of personal journey's making their way through a web of worldly conditioning, familial practices, confusion and realisation. disturbed and incomplete, as were most, we attempted to articulate our relationship with religion.

it was'nt easy.