by Prasanta | May 15, 2014 | Faith, Growth, Spring, Summer
I read these words while sitting in the space between spring and summer, on the cusp of wild verdant growth: “Glorifying and enjoying Me is a higher priority than maintaining a tidy, structured life. Give up your striving to keep everything under control —...
by Prasanta | May 14, 2014 | Haiku, Poetry, Spring
clouds, saturated, release winter’s tears — quench springtime thirst.
by Prasanta | May 13, 2014 | Death, Family, Journey, Spring, Time
Ready to Sleep At the crack of first morning, the sun bleeds through holes in blinds, like a laser, hits my eyes. Wincing, I rise, smooth down hair, straighten covers, stumble on wilted feet. I am small; the world is looming. I am old; the day is young. The morning is...
by Prasanta | May 11, 2014 | Poetry, Spring
Somewhere, winter is dying Winter is dying somewhere We know it is time. The apple barrel is nearly empty And I am no longer muffled by the snow. I am not sure what to do when spring comes; will I know where to step, will I sink in the grass or stand...
