Retreat

IF YOU SEND NO WIND If you send no wind my casements do not open; the door doesn't swing; to let the word in; if you send no thought my wind stops; the rain doesn't kiss the flowers, nor does the light hunt the corners to show up the trusted, misplaced treasure. Hunting, hurting, the process starts; it never stops until the turbulent river breaks the impasse. It's all found in the rush; all found in the floods; glimpsed and washed away. The floods cannot stop the seaward rush. Sushama Karnik Image: Courtesy Regina Stalzer Originally shared by Regina Stalzer Shared privately • View activity Souheil Ghammachi +1 Maybe she's looking for a home or a shelter? Inspiring photo in black and white...As for the poem, it's very touching and full of a never ending suffering." Hunting,hurting; the process starts; it never stops...." REPLY  Sep 21, 2015  Karina Hidalgo +1 ...

A dark night brought them close. Streaks of light, a luminescence, ephemeral, forms with no substance. The world around was a ripple. But she held fast to the rim as he struck the chord, somewhat grim. She leaned over and drew closer to read the script of the song., He was lost, in the sound of the murmur, the music turned the notes into a river that ran into broken streams that splashed, bounced, scintillated like sparks, crystals, diamonds, pearls. There were spaces in between where silence, like a recluse, lived. The exact moments for her to enter into the flow and go, without a rudder, with no anchor to tie her down. A dark night brought them close. (c) Sushama Karnik Thanks for the image  + MMurat Murat Originally shared by MMurat Murat