The Taktsang

Somewhere there in walking alone, with sisters and with strangers, gasping for breath now and again, trying to capture the magnificent beauty of the greens and the large mountains with my own eyes, trying to imprint them in my memory, somewhere there i left all my burdens and unloaded them at those steps of the…

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Drifting

I want to drift away but these binding ties take me nowhere.. How hard can it be for them to let me go? I want to walk on the edge but these voices don’t let me climb.. How simple can it be to let someone be? Expectations, rules, pressure change us to be who we’re…

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