Retreat

In the cracked soil a sprout showed and up it pushed its way. Not a drop of water anywhere, the soil had lost its tears. Then one day she came, with a poem in her heart; just stood by and watched; from a heart-shaped pitcher she watered the plant and day by day it grew. In the cracked soil now stands the tree with a dense shadow. And now even the callous sun has grown mild The sun now watches with care the tree, the heart and the shadow. +Daisy Bloom For you my dear friend Originally shared by Daisy Bloom - 2 comments “ A poem in the heart is worth more than  a million dollars in the bank account. ” ~Sanober Khan~

Serenity Aug 9, 2018  Fractal branches drawn with Chinese brush strokes, lightly touching the canvas of the sky; a moment ago, the sunlight splashed in the corner of the west, now it 's sloping down from the compound wall; the solitary soul is walking still. It's a joy to be alone when you know the evening is closing in, but you are well in time to be home for the tea. Jan. 3, 2016 Originally shared by anu x John Atkinson Grimshaw Stapleton Park near Pontefract Sun (1877) Private Collection . . . . . John Atkinson Grimshaw (6 September 1836 – 13 October 1893) was a Victorian-era artist known for his city night-scenes and landscapes. John Atkinson Grimshaw was born 6 September 1836 in Leeds. In 1861, at the age of 24, to the dismay of his parents, he left his job as a clerk for the Great Northern Railway to become a painter. Grimshaw's primary influence was the Pre-Raphaelites. True to the Pre-Raphaelite style, he created landscapes of...

My Friends May 3, 2018  We said sad things, bad things even as we knew that time was passing us by. What lunacy is it that perversely hides the things we treasure, the things which marked the signposts in our quest! What arguments that drove us mad, and drove us away from the things that connect but are never seen in the last winter of the fog. May3,201 10 comments 10 24 plus ones 24 no shares Shared publicly • View activity Hide 4 comments Ofelia Egptana +1 So true. Then... Just late. The delusion of the ego Breaks everything And not much can be mended. REPLY  38w  Kevin Walsh +1 beautiful Sushama REPLY  38w  tony langmach +1 Oh,So deep..Thanks sushama.. REPLY  38w  Sushama Karnik +1 + Ofelia Egptana Not much can be mended, but a new beginning can be better than mending REPLY  ...