IT DOES NOT MATTER

Was it you or I who stumbled first?
It does not matter.The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other...

Souheil GhammachI Timeline MeWe

A Purple Dawn

The fading star, a purple dawn,
the clouds draw doodles as they pass.
The morning glory is risen flashing the sunshine intensely,
fusing it with the drops on the leaves. With the young sun in the heart the morning glory weaves a circle around
with a magic wand for the child sun.

Souheil GhammachiNature Photography

2 days ago

Appear as you are.
Be as you appear.
Morning Glory 💜

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At every stopover : The image is the artwork of Theodor Suess Geisel

At every stopover , at every bend in the road, 

you have the choice either to press ahead or plumb the abyss; 

the choice to choose or let go and sleep. 

At every bend in the road 

a hoarding stares you in the face: 

"Have you heard what they say in the news today? 

They are coming at us, coming at us!" It's the survivalThat is at stake."

 "Survival of what?" you ask. 

"Survival of business", they say. 

And the question that haunts you is:

" Survival of business, or the business of survival!" 

Sushama Karnik 

Dreaming the sun in the night

Heaven

Heaven is when the guitar finds the note to sing 

and the lover finds the listener under the moon,

Spellbound is the world around.

Lanterns shine in the leaves

as the trees stand guard to ward off the evil.

Right beneath on the lawn can be seen

a white gray path surrounded by green,

and every casement window 

opens and casts beams of light

to welcome the the lover singing to the night.

Homeward bound

Homeward bound,
the endless round.
The final stop is nightmare, I thought.
With the morning ended the dream.
The red hot fireball of sun.
came to shine.
I woke up slowly, deliberately;
ready to fall asleep again.
I couldn't sleep.
A sign in the sky,
The Venus de Milo arose,
a terrific, magnanimous statue in a cloud.
I hoped fervently, the final stop was this.
Sushama Karnik
Thanks dear Tighe O'Donoghue Ross for the painting

Tighe O'Donoghue Ross

1 May

HOMEWARD...final

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  Sushama Karnik liked your comment. Surrealism; that was the last thing I could hope to have achieved. I was listening to a TV channel where it was said that some psychologist in US was collecting peoples' dreams in the recent corona times to analyze and reflect upon. Tighe O'Donoghue Ross😟

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  Sem Xtz Very beautiful dreams / poem! Thanks for sharing.

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  Suresh Soni Beautiful ❤️

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    Suresh Soni Sushama Karnik
    Aapka sneh bana rahe
    🙏🙏🙏

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  Tony Langmach Indeed Very beautiful dreams / poem Sushama 👌🙂🙏

In A Thousand Mirrors

Apr 25, 2016

In a thousand mirrors, shine.
Revel in the profusion of life.
It's you and nothing else apart from you
resplendent like a mirror in the light.
Close your eyes in a surprise,
or open them upon every atom,
and be not in doubt.
It's all thine,
for keepsake given to you.
Hold all your images
like lotus blooms;
hold them to heart
and hold them close.
They are all divine.
This mirror never tells you lies 

NuR MaRiS (Nurmaris) originally shared to nurmaris selecion's:

Una especie de poema del místico indio Sri Aurobindo:

Preguntas cuál es el principio de todo esto:

Y es esto…

La existencia que se multiplicó por sí misma

Por el puro deleite de ser

Y se proyectó en trillones de seres

Para que pudiera encontrarse a sí misma

Innumerablemente.