courtesy google image: by Khalil Gibran |
any picture comes to my mind, i try to give it a body of words, love to sit on other blooms, for honey, color, fragrance........
Monday, 5 October 2015
Towards Light
This life is a child’s play with a doll
house, at least for me. I had been playing like the luminous clouds hiding the
sun, like the lunar smile outshining the sequined sky. Everyone is my playmate.
I have played through squabbles and reconciliation, dislike and love. Like a
river dancing along its banks and rushing seaward I’ve touched and been touched
even by those whom I haven’t met and flowing towards the infinite with the hope
of Seeing Thou, my ultimate Playmate. My doll’s house is broken though and the doll gone. Yet play is
not done.
The past a thin mist
I sit by the radiant path
Eyes towards a light
The quote I chose: Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s
dream
Posted for Haibun Monday 2 @ dVerse
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