by Prasanta | Aug 31, 2018 | Haiku, Nature, Poetry, Quotes, Uncategorized
… and so the day slips the long mournings of trees last traces of gold © prasanta – August 2018 “August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.” ― Sylvia...
by Prasanta | Aug 4, 2010 | Path, Quotes
I’m reading a book right now called When the Heart Waits by Sue Monk Kidd. Numerous times I had to put the book down and wonder– did this woman know what was in my head? The book was written in 1990. Yet the thoughts, the issues, the questions… the...