The Fool tags: slip

By Nachiket Joshi Even a short journey can appear too long to accomplish within a single life-time. Unless a life-time lasts two days, like that of a dappled butterfly, here now, only to disappear amidst the shrubs forever. Then, one may commence over and over again, the short journey in twenty-one steps. The steady putrefaction of a flickering soul, goes through the same cycles as the return of spring, only it does so in reverse. Memories dissolve, dissipate, dissimulate, crowding behind each…