No one ever sowed the grain of

generosity who gathered not
up the harvest of the desire of
his heart.

• Saadi Shirazi (Persian poet)

Be good...
Do good...
It will always come back to you multiple times.
Good morning... wish you a blessed day 💛💛💛💛

• Làbáké, source Facebook

know my way

 I KNOW MY WAY

A minimalist traveler, her world is small , her feet trained to walk.
I saw her on my way back
as I prepared my journey back to my home.
A girl , a child still under the age of six.
She knew what she needed on her trip;
a backpack light enough for her to pull
merrily along the road,
so her back would not break under the load,
and a bottle she would easily pull out and drink
without having to stop clumsily
in the midst of strangers and get pushed around.
Perhaps it was a daily round from school to home,
and once again back from home to school.
It was not the road 'less traveled',
a humdrum road she everyday walked.
The resilience, the grace, the ease with which she
walks the route will be the legacy to carry when she grows.
It's the minimalist traveler who knows the secret of the travel and the roads.

Milan Lakić

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1 year ago

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I know my way, bye...
❤

Tonight as I opened the window

 Tonight I opened the window

to look for you in my narrowing sky.
I rushed ; I knew I got late;
I was either too early,
or too late.
When I scoured the patch where you wait for me
sometimes behind your aura,
covered by clouds,
sometimes hurrying past'
and lucky to have a glimpse of me as you couldn't wait long
for the laggard such as me.
Tonight they said you were going to come
in all your splendor,
and woe me, I missed the destined hour.
Hence tonight
in my sleepless hours
I will carry your image,
you too sad,
but never angry.
Super Moon,
sorry, both, my heart and my sky
are shrinking.
Tonight as you slide below the line
forgive me, but do not forget.
The next full moon night
I will be there.

Sushama Karnik April 8, 2020

Thank you for the image @Milan Lakić

Milan Lakić

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1 year ago

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Through a window is a creation by the artist Roberto De Mitri.

Every word read by the light

 Every word read by the light

that glows on your face,
a sign you left behind
on your forward way.
I, like a baby fallen asleep
wasn't aware of the thoughts
that your mind slowly reflected
and held in gestation as I slept.
All I recall now is your infinite yearning for light,
You stayed awake as I fell asleep,
and your thoughts were the heralds of a new day.
You and I lived in different spheres. your day started
when I ended mine.
This was how we conversed, Shantha,
in the twilight we shared between day and night.
Sometimes you were the baby in my lap and I the reading mom,
and sometimes I the babe and you the mother;
we had almost grown into one another.
Today when we hardly meet
the realisation dawns
and keeps me awake.

Dedicated to my friend Shantha Hulme.

Thank you so much for this image, @Milan Lakić

Milan Lakić

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10 months ago

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Califormia native in a Minnesota world.

Take me, ravish me

 Take me,

ravish me,

and bring me back

after the moon comes back to the sea.

If I reach for the sky

with my head in the clouds,

bring me back to the ground o wind.

If you found me digging my feet in the sand

holding to the bark of a solitary palm tree

rush with your cool shadow, o sun,

and sweep me across the beach.

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Image: 580 Melancholy paintings ideas | painting, art painting, art

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The two Mermaids

Above the ocean's floor

the two mermaids breathe,

suspended in the void

where nothing else breathes

save the two of them.

It's time to leave

and break out of the bondage

each to each.

The sea is such a homogeneity!

the swirling tides, the onrush with the winds,

and yet nothing breaks;

the sea is whole!

How will the mermaids

break free of the sea?

Sushama Karnik (c)

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  Sushama Karnik

  When I wrote this poem I did not know how It came to be written in this way. When Tony Langmach pointed out that it reminded him of a tale from Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales I realized the subconscious links in my mind.

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  Sushama Karnik

  And now that you have said it, I realize that this poem does have the elements of Hans Andersen's Mermaids. The memory of that episode wherein the Little Mermaid's elder sister prepared her to transform into a human and the meeting between them before her departure to the world above the sea...

  was deeply ingrained in my mind. I was not conscious of it but that is how the poem took this form at the subconscious level. Thanks for your observation. Sometimes the poet does not know how the form comes into being.

 

Marve Madh road

 

Woman, it's snowing.
Not the season to sit on the edge
and an umbrella is not a weapon to carry
to save you from the bitter cold.
A precipice is not the place where you brood
over the calamitous things that wreck the lives
amidst the hefty cliffs that lead to a fall.
Brood over the easy, downy flakes
that drift with the winter wind.
Think of the warmest coffee mugs
that elevate the spirits to the height of the gods.
Woman of the summer, you know not the perils
of a snowstorm.
The frost can kill,
the wind can chill
to the bones if you do not understand,
a view of the winter snow
beautiful though
can be a lethal blow
if you linger
on the
edge of the cliff too long.

Sushama Karnik
Dec 12, 2016

Originally shared by dora chiabov

Woman
It's snowing..

Giuseppe de Nittis (1846-1884)
"Effetto di neve" (1880)
(Pinacoteca de Nittis, Barletta, Italia)

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