After months of the Summer Sun's face, we welcome the rains. To the park we run, in the roads we play with a dance song in our hearts while our eyes look into the distance and at the skies. The drops hitting our face come from the heaven and in this moment of closeness we long to live.
After months of rain and clouds, the Sun smiles at the sunflowers. Eternal seems the light that screens through the last of the defeated clouds, and brings before us the blue sky. Dont we long for that as well?
The rains after the sun, the sun after the rains... Like the wild tango of sorrows and the happiness... And yet, the impermanence of happiness is our greatest concern.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
if only it would come an go...as we wished....
if only it would come an go...as we wished....
Post a Comment