I’m so lost now …
Seeing you
In the breeze of the moonlit night …
That faraway moon brightens our long conversations so much,
That it feels
Like we could talk forever
In the deep of this moonlit night …
I’m so lost now
Looking deep in your eyes
As you whisper sweet nothings
In the breeze of the moonlit night tonight …
If you’re silent,
I know in silence you say more …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t want to know about you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t feel what happens to you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t remember you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t care about you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t miss you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t love you …
I miss you
I know you
I care for you
I remember you
I feel for you
I love you
Always …
#roksanatales
“Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains ….
The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.”
-John Mark Green
#roksanatales
#JianBirdCreates
#JianBirdGallery❄️
I treasure my painting moments ….
What are your treasured moments?
It was raining here …
She called him with a cup of coffee in her hand.
It was raining there too …
He received the call with a cup of coffee in his hand.
She said, ‘What are you doing?’
He said, ‘I’m drinking coffee and watching the rainstorm. And you?’
She said, ‘I’m drinking coffee too by the window, watching the raindrops falling on the trees in my garden. Enjoying it.’
He said, ‘How’s your treatment going on?
She said, ‘fine.’
He said, ‘Well, that’s good to know. Why did you call now?’
She took a moment. Then …
She said, ‘I missed you.’
He took a moment. Then …
He said, ‘Do you miss me just as a friend or as a guy?’
She said, ‘As a guy!’
He took a pause. Smiled a little bit.
She took a sip from her coffee cup as if to relax a bit with the words spoken finally to him.
The pouring rain was making a beautiful breeze.
They both felt it on their way.
From here to there.
From there to here.
He said, ‘I’m done with the house. I even sleep here sometimes. It’s pretty. I did a pretty nice job.’
She said, ‘I plan to visit soon.’
He said, ‘What?’
She said, ‘May be in about ten days. Next weekend!’
He said, ‘Why are you coming? Are you coming to jump into the sea here? Don’t you even think so. You’ll freeze to death, you know. The water gets cold in winter. You know that, na?’
She said, ‘Why are you saying this and that? Why will I jump into the sea? I’ll be coming to visit you. Not for any other reason.’
He said hurriedly, ‘Okay. Let’s hang up. I’m busy.’
Then he smiled a sweet smile after such a long time.
Then he started singing, ‘If you ever need me, just give me a call. I’ll run over to you whenever. Whether it’s raining or hail-storming, I don’t care.’
Then she smiled a sweet smile as if she was hearing his song. 🎵
It was raining here.
It was raining there.
Their conversation was going on and on …
In the rain.
These days,
The sunrises that I watch everyday with you
Give me the best feelings ever; fascinating and quite spellbound!
I sit with you in this sweet little garden
In silence and serenity …
A glimpse of happiness and ecstasy….
The rays of the rising sun generously cast light upon our soul, peaceful
The crisp, fresh breeze smells so good,
The gentle chirping of birds spread joy,
And now,
Now my heart, pounding and vulnerable
Seems to depend on these moments of sunrises forever …
Am I under any spell or something?
Anyways,
It has made me anew
These days.
#roksanatales
One day you will look back and see that all along, you were blooming
Morgan Harper Nichols
Stop waiting …..
Start doing ……..
A story that could inspire you for the rest of your life…
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say,
“Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.”
I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead
“I will come next Tuesday”,
I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy.
Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there.
When I finally walked into my daughter Carolyn’s
house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children.
I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
I told my daughter, “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn!
The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and
there is nothing in the world except you and my grandchildren
that I want to see right now. I don’t want to drive another inch!”
My daughter smiled calmly and said,
“We drive in this weather all the time, mother.”
“Well, you won’t get me back on the road until it clears,
and then I’m heading for home!” I assured her.
“But first we’re going to see the daffodils.
It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this.”
“Carolyn,” I said sternly,
“It’s all right, Mother, I promise.
You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”
So we went!
After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road
and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church,
I saw a hand lettered sign with an arrow that read,
“Daffodil Garden —->”
We got out of the car, each of us took a child’s hand,
and I followed Carolyn down the path.
Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped.
Before me lay the most glorious sight.
It looked as though someone had taken
a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak
and its surrounding slopes.
The flowers were planted in majestic,
swirling patterns, great ribbons
and swaths of deep orange,
creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink,
and saffron and butter yellow.
Each different-colored variety was planted
in large groups so that it swirled
and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.
There were five acres of flowers!
“Who did this?” I asked Carolyn.
“Just one woman,” Carolyn answered.
“She lives on the property. That’s her home.”
Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house,
small and modestly sitting in the midst of all that glory.
We walked up to the house.
On the patio, we saw a poster.
“Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking”
was the headline.
The first answer was a simple one. “50,000 bulbs,” it read.
The second answer was, “One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and one brain.”
The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”
For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.
I thought of this woman whom I had never met,
who, more than forty years before, had begun,
one bulb at a time, to bring her vision
of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop.
Planting one bulb at a time, year after year,
this unknown woman had forever changed
the world in which she lived.
One day at a time, she had created something
of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.
The principle of her daffodil garden taught me is one of the greatest principles of celebration.
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time.
“It makes me sad in a way,” I admitted to Carolyn.
“What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it
‘one bulb at a time’ through all those years?
Just think what I might have been able to achieve!”
My daughter summed up the message of the day
in her usual direct way.
“Start tomorrow,” she said.
She was right.
It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays.
The way to make learning a lesson of celebration
instead of a cause for regret is to only ask,
“How can I put this to use today?”
The Daffodil Principle…..
Stop waiting…..
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die…
– Author unknown
There is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don’t need money.
Love like you’ve never been hurt,
and, Dance like no one’s watching.
Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!
Don’t be afraid that your life will end,
Be afraid that it will never begin.
Roksana Tales 