Mesmerized by our own copy, without a clue we can change the original.Absorbed into the paradox of the willingness of distinction,a silent reluctance filling the layers of our world.In a state of waking reality, course of events turning with every … Continue reading
Once upon a time ago, a five-year-old boy asked me for his hand. I accepted not knowing what it’s all about, nor the toil at hand. A quarter of a century later, that boy, still five-years-old, yearns for attention, searches … Continue reading
I see it in middle bear and oldest bear’s eyes while face to face with their opponents on the mat. Even when their eyes sink heavy to the ground and reach a humbling point, a subdued learning yet never a … Continue reading
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