miles

distance is not a matter of miles. and each moment can take you there, is an opening. Minute by minute, time within time. slow slippage, or the opening of a flower. Fading, soaring. Waqt. Haqq!

Reminds you of miles, contemplative miles, around a still centre. Neither beginning, nor ending.

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affable affers, said he'd take me to hear Sain Zahoor. Can't wait. At the same time, in his religious turn, he complains about the shrine culture. J, on the other hand, tells me how when sain Z went to London with his group they kept on getting locked out of the hotel because they didn't know how to use those swipe cards. So, they just wedged it open with their slippers! Love it!