There’s no ending without beginning

Hello there friend.

Arigato gozaimasu for tuning into my blog today, and merci beaucoup for reading this post, wherein, I’m delighted to be sharing my first post on a blog I’m co-hosting with some of my classmates.

Please do visit. It will be the equivalent of my gratitude smoking a joint and therefore getting high. Lol.

Who knows?

Perhaps you’d like what you find there? Inspiring you to leave a like? A comment? And a follow?

Hopefully you won’t be shy to leave a comment.

So without any delay…

I believe it was the great spiritual sensei, Gautama, aka the Buddha who uttered the antique adage “There are two mistakes one can make, along the road to truth…not going all the way, and not starting.” Not to judge, but how many of us are guilty of making those mistakes? Never finishing what we started? […]

There’s no ending without beginning

Under the Greenwood Tree

Good morning guys (evening to those hailing from the northern hemisphere).

It’s a beautiful Friday morning here in Namibia, the sun is shining, the clouds are not crying, the birds are singing and the trees are dancing.

I’m breathing and lucky enough to have come across this beautifully well-crafted poem by Upashna.

I didn’t want to keep it all to myself, and so I’m sharing it with you. Hoping you enjoy it too.

I sit under the Greenwood Tree The Barn Owl plays the symphony. The thought of you possess my mind It aches in places, undefined. The sands of time slip quick they say Each grain for me is yesterday. Rummaging through the days bygone I hold on to the fondest one. I sit thus till the […]

Under the Greenwood Tree

Grateful

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

Luna

I never grew up with a father.
That taught me to be a bike rider.
Nor did i grow up with a mother.
That sang me into a deep slumber.
I only had a grandma.
That taught me how to read.
As well as a grandpa.
That taught me how to lead.
Them will i forever,

Be grateful for.

Lazarus Shatipamba is a wormy bookworm that rarely ever sees the sun(except through the eyes of many a fictional character). His days are mostly spent stuck between the pages of a good book.
When he isn’t busy gathering dust in the library, then he is most likely writing some poetry(some of which may or may not be fictional)
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