What seems to come in the way can enhance what is sought as the end outcome!
After much effort found an angle that held the building together. Only to find a thorny shrub come in the way.
Letting it be, added character. At least that’s what I think. What do you think?
That sure is the mode for life. What doesn’t destroy you makes you stronger. Your obstacles add character to the results you seek.
(at Bangkok, Thailand)
Reflections can be pointed. The lake held a piece of wood that was enough of a perch for a bird!
We all have faces. This poem by Derek Walcott moves me beyond its words.
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
After much is said and more is done, you hear an anecdote from the past. Fresh and sprightly.
That’s when it strikes you that even much is said and done, more remains unsaid. Tiny moments wrapped in raw emotion that will tower memory stacks. Ready to light up a dull day.
Even after people are gone, they stay. It is a story of how they loved and lived.
(at Powai)
The lake holds the shadows of buildings that seem to be in a perpetual ‘grow tall’ mode. The middle of the lake is serene. Its peaceful. Cars ply with haste and pomp a few hundred metres away. But from the water, they seem further.
The waters are bluer than I thought they would be. Stiller than I thought they would be. Far more welcoming than I thought they would be.
Often, what seems is not what is. And what it seems is not any close to the truth. Surfaces can lie.
(at Powai Lake)
It’s all in the cloud. When swirls of white pop the sky, the lakes respond with love.
There is a magical dance with the wind singing a new tune and the clouds waltzing to it.
In the grand ballroom that the lake seems to host.
#clouds #lake #nature #beauty #melancholy #travel #traveller #travelblogging #Blogger #blogging #Bhimashankar #BlueMormonResort #maharashtra #India #inspiration (at Blue Mormon Resort, Bhimashankar, Maharashtra)
