I long for that bliss
Where sudden gentle breeze
Shimmers every leaf
And whispers through the sunshine:
“Be free my darling, be free,
And light up the spirit within …
So it’s alive!”
I picture this in my mind
Painting nature’s beauty into the timeless wonderland
Such emotions reign all my soul
And here, I m lost in the smell of
Sudden gentle breeze …
I so long for this bliss!
The disciples asked, “What does one need in order to be Enlightened?”
The Master said, “You must discover what it is that falls in the water and does not make a ripple; moves through the trees and does not make a sound; enters the field and does not stir a single blade of grass.”
After weeks of fruitless pondering, the disciples said, “What is this thing?”
“Thing?” said the Master. “But it isn’t a thing at all.”
“So it is nothing?”
“You might say so.”
“Then how are we to search for it?”
“Did I tell you to search for it? It can be found but never searched for. Seek and you will miss.”
My heart glows like a candle
To witness this divine sunrise.
Looks like a boundless majesty..
Feels like all the heavens lit.
And I smile and say to myself,
“How trivial is this life!”
“How divine a destiny ahead!”
Ready for any adventure
The adventurous soul as I am
Restless like sea,
Strong and content
And all the good fortune I bring
Along my path …..
I can feel the wind will blow and I will drift,
I will drift into the endless time.
I won’t ask, ‘What if!’…
I will just drift away.
A melancholy mood …..
Above and beyond,
Listening to the clouds floating by.
A melancholy mood, singing to me
To loosen up a bit, to take pause….
But now and then, I long for the hurt that this melancholy mood gives me!
Strange!
Round and around the sounds
Listening to the mood that belongs to me!
When it’s true….
Love, like its filled with passionate intensity.
Love, like it’s a blend of deep sadness and immense happiness within.
Love, like it’s a timeless tune
Love when its true
You find a tranquility deep within.
#roksanatales
Heart has the strength,
And the trust, flowing by
Yet it pines for melancholy.
The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love color the most.”
~ John Ruskin
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