In this investiture of fleshly life A soul that is a spark of God survives . And sometimes it breaks through the sordid screen And kindles a fire that makes us half-divine. Savitri, Book 11, Canto V
When I sigh for the vanishing green and when the wind blows without
the orcheatra played by the millions of hands of leaves and branches-I
go on creating the trees in my mind.
But -some may find in them -not trees and leaves -but a reflection of my mind!
This is perhaps-when one falls in love with something-one -unknowingly
becomes that. Then there exists only one-not TWOs or many.
I'm the soil whereon grow the trees!
This is a photograph taken from the roof of our house by my daughter.
But the sight (skyline) is not good enough in this place -I thought in
favour of turning it into a painting by editing the photo.
Hibiscus schizopetalus