Gazing, we do not see it, we call it empty space. Listening, we do not hear it, we call it silence. Reaching, we do not grasp it, we call it intangible. But here, we spin through it, electric, subtle, silent. - Leary
I discovered a new text recently. Love it. From the Tamil, Southern India, The Thirumandiram has a slightly different vibe from the northern, Kashmiri literature that I am a little more used to. These...