വ്യക്ഷം മനുഷ്യനോട് സങ്കടപ്പെട്ടു: എത്രയോ വർഷങ്ങളായി എത്രയോ ചില്ലവെട്ടി എത്ര കുരിശുകൾ നിങ്ങൾ ഞങ്ങളിൽ നിന്ന് രൂപപ്പെടുത്തി, എന്നിട്ടും ഇനിയും നിങ്ങളിൽ നിന്നൊരു ക്രിസ്തു ഉണ്ടാകാഞ്ഞതന്തെ?
ബോബി ജോസ് കട്ടികാട് | Bobby Jose KattikaduTag: jesus cross tree malayalam
As long as there is life, there is a potential; and as long as there is a potential, there will be a success! You will sprout again when cut down! You will rise again even when you fall!
Israelmore AyivorTag: life success passion belief faith hope action failure fall food-for-thought tree potential fail hopeful giving-up don-t-give-up try-again again extra rise never-give-up extra-mile sprout israelmore-ayivor rise-up cut-down do-it-again again-and-again as-long-as qon-t-quit rise-up-again there-is-hope-for-a-tree
To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.
Tag: reality poetry power world soul planning read moon darkness smile poets understanding sounds memory colors flying shine feelings eyes mountain invisible tree cities moment face feel know whisper ethereal streets lantern watching matter leaves fly pedestrian substances wave umbrella eagle dejan-stojanovic imperceptible face-of-a-woman shapes stormy-day task-of-a-poet
When she had arranged her household affairs, she came to the library and bade me follow her. Then, with the mirror still swinging against her knees, she led me through the garden and the wilderness down to a misty wood. It being autumn, the trees were tinted gloriously in dusky bars of colouring. The rowan, with his amber leaves and scarlet berries, stood before the brown black-spotted sycamore; the silver beech flaunted his golden coins against my poverty; firs, green and fawn-hued, slumbered in hazy gossamer. No bird carolled, although the sun was hot. Marina noted the absence of sound, and without prelude of any kind began to sing from the ballad of the Witch Mother: about the nine enchanted knots, and the trouble-comb in the lady's knotted hair, and the master-kid that ran beneath her couch. Every drop of my blood froze in dread, for whilst she sang her face took on the majesty of one who traffics with infernal powers. As the shade of the trees fell over her, and we passed intermittently out of the light, I saw that her eyes glittered like rings of sapphires.
("The Basilisk")
Tag: fantasy trees fall tree autumn witch dark-fantasy ballad fir rowan sycamore-beech
By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in the sparkling water had stained its whole bed a bright yellow. Green leaves, of such a sour brightness as almost poisoned to behold, floated on the surface of the rush-girdled pools. Weeds like tempting veils of mossy velvet grew beneath in vivid contrast with the soil. Alders and willows hung over the margin. From where we stood a half-submerged path of rough stones, threaded by deep swift channels, crossed to the very centre.
("The Basilisk")
Tag: trees fall tree autumn landscape willow pool alder
Pa Larkspur?"
She smiled. "Don't be so chauvinistic. He's the best cook in the county. His baskets bring in more money than any others at the picnic auctions."
"Jesus. Baskets? Picnic? Just how country is the Nest?"
"Very." His horrified expression made her laugh. "Clay, you live in a tree. I don't think you should throw stones.
The Hurricane
The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.
Tag: poetry heaven tree the-hurricane
একটি বৃক্ষই অরণ্য হয়ে উঠতে পারে যদি তা হয় যথেষ্ট সবুজ আর প্রহেলিকাময়।
Shahaduz ZamanAnd God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed; to you it shall be for meat.
AnonymousTag: seed seeds god meat fruit trees earth tree marijuana herbs pot cannabis weed medical-marijuana herb genesis-1-29
A person who loves and kisses a tree is a normal person; a person who hates and cuts a tree is an abnormal person.
Mehmet Murat ildanTag: tree
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