My deeply felt exhalation spooks them… Tiny wings fluttering all around. I know they’ll be back. It’s peaceful here.
10:22am.
I always thought I was afraid of success. I have come to realize that I was just afraid; that is it.
Internal peace is the greatest success. It indicates balanced state even in the core of the chaos.
Life is a game which I play, not for winning or losing, but for playing. After all it’s a game. I am playing every second of it in the flow of the process of the game.
It’s a common belief that in the end we all lose… well I don’t play for the end, nor for the beginning. I play for right this second which is already a “was”.
I can never think faster than that second. I have also realized that I am that second which like a drop of water that jumps up then back into the fast flowing river.
The distance we jump up from the river is our life span.
Thinking is an instrument and when I use it as such it brings harmony. I have become friends with myself, my thoughts and the vital force that is my being. I accept what is even if it means I cannot accept it.
It’s a game I play for playing. There is no winning or losing or judges. These are just one tiny features of this game. This game after all is called infinity.
Settling, white dew
does not discriminate,
each drop its home — Soin
12:31pm
My Mom after serving me a cold glass of water turned to leave and brushed her shoulder against the wind-chime. She was peaceful. The whole moment was peaceful. The gentle distant sound of the wind-chime was peaceful. Thanks for this and many moments like this in our lives. (appended: My Mom died 5 months later, 3 months after my Dad suddenly died).
1:07pm
The sparrows came to feed in multitudes, then they drink from the fountain and disappear in the nearby honeysuckle bush or a tree and start their noisy meeting. They seem to be saying or asking “inch”, “inch”, “inch”, which in Armenian means “what” “what” “what”. Just like our lives. We eat, drink and keep asking and searching.
Dedicated to the memory of all those who are no longer amongst us in body but are watching over us in spirit. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

by Edmond Keshishyan
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