I Celebrate Myself…

What I Yearn For

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I am staying at my parents while I figure out the next step (s) in my life. The majority of my stuff, my belongings are in storage, in Maryland. I miss them. I miss them, not in the I need my things or I can’t survive kinda way, but I miss my books, I miss my music. I have my music on my computer and my ipod but sometimes I like to take my cds out, sit on the floor and just play the music I am in the mood for. I like to, at times, just look at my books and take books from the bookcase and just read them. I miss Whitman and Rilke’s poems next to my bed. The little things that bring me comfort, like tea lights lit with the lights off, Eva Cassidy, Bob Marley or classical music playing in background or loudly… Just yearning a little.


Author: ngalanjala

I Have Learned So much from God That I can no longer Call Myself A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself With me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul. Love has Befriended Hafiz so completely It has turned to ash And freed Me Of every concept and image My mind has ever known. ~ Hafiz ~

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