Retreat

your darkness? but the things that make you shine my love; you are the light    that wakes me up with a surprise whisper    shift the curtains,  light through a window transient rays of light that filter through         reaches my ephemeral life; your sorrows? but you dance on the tips of my weary wings; make me fly; your unpredictability? you wade through the depths of my soul unafraid;            the storm,   that blew apart my life; why i love you, and this is why; you point out my flaws, cognitive disabilities, how i was too lazy    to work through those; you tore my flesh apart;       mended those, amidst showers of affection, called me splendid woman; are you the unkown one....                   enter without alert...leave without notice;    you made a  lotus sprout    in t...

The waves come lashing to break the rocks; waves go back, softly in a defeat. They come in the languorous sleep of the sea. The waves come in a fury, and slowly recede in a forgetful silence. The waves come with the torrent with a load of questions, agonized in the absence of a definitive mark on their shifting, writhing canvas of foam. Waves come in the moonlit passion; they come in the blinding clarity of the sun. Waves come in search of the truth; waves go back crushed by the images of the sun shining, dazzling in every particle of the sand on the shore. Sitting on the rock the mermaid will watch and think, : on a certain day her watch will end. The depth is where she is destined to go. Sushama Karnik Thanks for the image  @Milan Lakić June 9, 2015. Milan Lakić Timeline 6 days ago Lee Friedlander (born July 14, 1934) is an American photographer and artist.

Mermaid Brooding The waves come lashing to break the rocks; waves go back, softly in a defeat. They come in the languorous sleep of the sea. The waves come in a fury, and slowly recede in a forgetful silence. The waves come with the torrent with a load of questions, agonized in the absence of a definitive mark on their shifting, writhing canvas of foam. Waves come in the moonlit passion; they come in the blinding clarity of the sun. Waves come in search of the truth; waves go back crushed by the images of the sun  shining, dazzling in every particle of the sand on the shore. Sitting on the rock the mermaid will watch and think, : on a certain day her watch will end. The depth is where she is destined to go. June 9, 2015.

A crest of moon , a steady boat sailing across. A distant light of a star reaching to tell of a force that travelled, and reached right here with no distraction to deter or stray; only an eye that occurs here and a mind that infers an origin of a lamp that burns in a primordial cave. Beyond, I do not know. Myriads of visions arise and go; Walking even as I fall and rise, trying to breathe even as I die, even as I grasp, letting go; Looking at the moon, I recall the sun, in the rise of the wave, I already begin to sense the fall of the ebbing wave. And in the crash of the wave, I see the arising once again, surmounting the dissipation of the tide, The heron will watch and one day spread the wing, the wings have the wisdom and the call of the sea. 2 Aug. 2015. Shared to extended circles • View activity Michael Cannon Oh, wow! + Sushama Karnik ​. I really don't know what else to say. Just amazing REPLY  Aug 2, 2015 ...