Fallen leaves belie the truth of stories etched on tree trunks.
Spring does not restore the glory of those who fall. Renewal is an illusion, a fallacy of nature that fails to grant permanence to anything other than the soul.
A soul feels, records and then departs. It occupies another body with no memory of experience.
Imperfect are the ways of nature…..
Those lines do not know what they are ordained to say and what they are destined to convey. They are not even the bridge between the storyteller and the interpreter.
Imagination is the way the world we go…
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in nature, nothing stands still. it’s ironic, though, as the song says that the more things change, the more they stay the same.
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Limitations of creativity? 😂
An editor from Harper Collins once said there is no unique or path-breaking book. It is just about how you handle a topic.
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What is perfect to one, is imperfect to another. I guess that’s why we can get so many stories from one photograph 🙂
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Absolutely right! The book “This is how we grow” where many of our WP community bloggers figure is all about that.
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imperfect, because we have our own notions of perfection
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True that. Thanks, ib arora!
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Imperfect are the ways of nature. . . True! On the other, hand perfect are the ways of nature. We just need to listen. A thought provoking piece. Kudos.
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Thank you, Alicia!
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Each line has something to ponder. My favourite: ‘Renewal is an illusion’. Wow.
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Thank you, Margaret!
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Interesting thoughts Reena
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Thanks 🙂
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Brilliant poem.
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Thank you, Diana!
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❤️
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