at some point..

just took a few minutes and tried to remember whether I've witnessed rain in late(ish) September in Ulaanbaatar, a quite valid point to raise.  Because it snows during this time of the year here. Strong and refreshing drops of rain hitting the windshield of a car were willing to wake up my feeling about someone who was very close yet far far away. Yes, it rained tonight, it rained on the sunset inviting to come to my senses that had been ignored for many days. No, I said, I wish I would dwell in that "imaginary" feelings. My heart was coincided ("co-insided") with yours at xyz point in space.

The joy brought by raindrop on the sunset tonight was a painting I sang to you. The heart of yours coincided with mine was the invisible cloud in the dark blue sky of  tonight. The song you felt but never heard was the touch you felt but never sent through my eyes. Romantic, dramatic, burning, screaming yet quiet is my illumination to you. May you be blessed by it. 

at some point I shall seek apologies from my readers who prefer Mongolian. Words come and words go..

winning and loosing through the forest of communication in my home land (and language) I shall re-learn how to speak. 

Re-confirming that "patience is virtue" I shall find myself again in the stream of patience. Carrying this body of a human and cosmic mind, perseverance is actually the place I shall rest.

(thoughts come, thoughts go, what does stay?)