In the summer sky

the lake overflew.

The water was rising high.

The cold winds blew.

She raised herself on the tips of her toes

The washing she had brought to dry

was just pinned and fastened to the line

and the mad wind came with a tiding from afar,

"I'm coming; I'm coming, Fasten your hopes and dreams."

The clothes she had hung were swollen with joy,

simple and direct like the word of God,

and as the wind entered them

they were out to break into a swing

and leap to the sky.

Thousands of swallows broke their cage,

and the sun came out of the fog and the storm.

Sushama Karnik.

07 /03/2022

Sole Ponce OliverInspired by Henri Cartier-Bresson

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Henk Jonker, Volendam, The Netherlands, 1947.

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 RAIN

Everything has EYES when it begins to rain.

Eyes, there are eyes everywhere if you would care to see.

Eyes in the dew, in the grass blades that shine

in the petals and the leaves.

They are all your eyes,

looking at me wherever I go,

to the sea or sky or the river,

to the mountains, the plains and the fields of grass.

Their shadows spread like the shadows in the woods;

their nuances deepen like the voices in a dream.

It's love extraordinary;

it's an invitation to partake

of the synergy of the flow;

a hint to follow till the horizon's end' till the sky's space that never ends;

reminding: life begins always at the edge of everything that seems to have come to an end..

Sushama Karnik (c)

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 From the notes saved in a diary. Author anonymous

THING

""Thing," orthographically and pronouncedly, is one of the ugly words in contemporary American usage. Yet it is also, inferentially and historically, one of the most subtle and beautiful of our words. It is lamentable that we do not speak the way Chaucer spoke. From the year 1400 and a work of Lydgate, Troy-Book , the text reads: "That thei with Paris to Greece schulde wende, To Brynge this thynge to an ende." The Trojan war was a thing? Of course it was a thing, for "thing" means concern, assembly and, above all, an affair. Thing is a woman's menses and a dispute in the town. Thing is a male sex organ and a form of prayer. (The continuity is not intended, although desirable.) Thing is what is to be done or its doing. I can't give you any thing but love, baby. That is the only thing I have plenty of, baby. When you come, bring your things. I forgot to bring my things. My things are packed away. Everything will be all right. And by the way, I hope that things will be better.