Of sun of the day,
Of moon of the night, it comes
The sense of language—
No, it is not a story of a human with a name. It is a journey of eternal flame.
Opening page by page, the last page is not an epilogue. It is a prologue of another story.
Beloved, are you a book or a library?
It doesn’t matter, just read.
May all beings be happy.
Ants under a book
Crawl about into a nook,
Escape from a look.
I’d been struggling with happy ants on my desk. A group of ants were nesting under a book and even after some effort they were stubbornly staying under that particular book.
I didn’t get it but now I do.
I lifted the book and moved it to another place and magically no ants came back. I put another book to where the “problematic spot” is in. No ant came back! Until now….
When I checked the book that attracted the happy ants, I found the title is “Milk and Honey”.
May all beings be happy 😜