آج

وقت ہاتھوں سے پھسل کر گھڑی میں اٹک گیا آج

دسمبر 2020

I felt or often feel the day is spinning around me. or I am spinning around the day… the quiet moments are stolen in a home riddled with more than two decades of a voices.

sometimes, in the pause between one and another moment I wonder how I could slow it down, or how I could slow down the hyper vigilance that comes with the children.

and then i know for just a moment more that it’s not them… it’s me.. I need my own quietude and fighting voices will not bring it.

accepting them as they are,the voices and the souls. That is something continual not for a day or an hour. we work with and for equanimity and pray.