The words of others

Often during conversations, the words of others reach me like shattered pieces of a porcelain vase. After painstakingly fitting some of those pieces together, I realize their hollowness.

And yet, in rare occasions, I hear ideas of immense clarity. They tend to be expressed with simple words, all genuine and filled with kindness. I then do my best to memorize and write them down.

After more than fifty years, they barely fit on the back of a Paris métro ticket.

Kenza.


Inspiration: poetry and silence.

5 thoughts on “The words of others”

  1. Ooooh! Love the ending – the Paris Metro ticket. I bow to your simplicity and the kindness at the back of the ticket. May that kindness grow and fill the metro station – and our universe! 🙂

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