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Tuesday, March 12, 2019

The morning comes with an evocative mist
I begin to ascend the steps
with the scent of a presence
somewhere along my way.
The shadows are hidden,
even the sounds muffled
The woods are lying around me
mysterious, quiet.
Somewhere like a rainbow
the bridge will end like a dream.

there at the end unseen, i imagine a woman weaving dreams
Her skillful fingers deftly spin
around two needles,
like her breath moving in and out.
Between the pause, the significant, rhythmic pause
she sees beautiful spaces of love,
filled with surprizes which her memory
working in a blissful harmony
with her wondrous mind,
works into a tapestry of magical codes
a seamstress of endless threads of words

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In the cold heart of a hard winter
when the the snow is falling all around
you will feel the the warmth in the heart of a friend
holding a warm coffee-mug
running her fingers along the edge
and speaking in hushed tones the secrets of her past.
The walls will have an intimacy the harsh wind cannot freeze,
and the four walls of a room
are the place for stars to dwell

Sushama Karnik
Nov 25, 2015

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Dark reflections in the pond
where the rain left last night
the rain's peculiar mark:
a pond that refused to flow
and stayed for a while
like a mind absorbing all.
All of the road and all of the night,
reflecting upon the truths
of absorption and perception,
reflections and refraction.
I was arrested on my way
and watched my image.
It was steady. The rain had fled
and the night remained.

Thanks to Teresa and Domicu Aldari for the image.

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The evening climbed the sunset hill.
I saw her against the sun.
She spread her robe in the wind.
Behind her was the city.
The three graces peered over
and they blessed the hour of the transition.
The darkening crest of the hill,
etched with a palette knife,
and the evening claimed her share of the light.
A swallow fluttered its wings,
insignificantly,
before it landed
on the fragile finger
extended,
frail,
to
the
bird,
homeward bound.

Sushama Karnik
Sept 17, 2018

Thanks for the image, Shasta Davis

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The sun had set and a faint pastel haze lingered in the midsummer sky, 
and melted into a lurid nightfall , 
 
TJ Lawrence ,.

Lovely Evening My Friends ~~~

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Monday, March 11, 2019

The road to forgiveness...
a way back to love,
back to the thing denied,
the part of us that we forgot.
A long and winding way
recounting the smallest detail
of the road we had traveled long back.
A journey to the hushed sea within,
the sounds of the wings
of gulls sweeping across the skies.
The grace of the morning prayers revived
for all that is loved and cherished.

Sushama Karnik
Nov 25, 2015

Monday, February 11, 2019

Feb 11, 10:17 PM

That was the night when the mermaid arose
with new moons in her eyes.
The sirens did not sing their song,
and yet she knew there was nothing wrong.
That was the night when the ocean
turned
into the deepest blue she had ever seen
and she knew her faith was true
that on some night in
her deepest sleep
some artist of the land above
would inherit her dream
and pass it to the moon
and the moon would sing
with the stars in a chorus
and the sounds would
drop like raindrops
in the dreams
of the thousands who dreamed
of floating with the moon.

Inspired by your art +Gaby Constanza
Thank you :-)

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New Moons

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Red Moon, I found your dwelling place.
Suddenly at the start of the dusty road
where I was stopped by a particle of sand
that flew in my eye and for a moment
I stood blinded. I looked up and saw
the Red Moon traveling alone.
I looked down at the dusty road.
Tonight it was a silver trail
all along to the distant sky.
Blessed be that particle of dust
which opened to me an untrodden road.
Neither the moon nor the particle of dust
knew how my world changed on that windy night.

Sushama Karnik
Nov 6, 2018

Thank you +Latif Z

Originally shared by Latif Z

Goodnight the community 🌝👋

Red moon 
Photo by tkholm  / Instagram.com

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