Looking upwards

upwards

I quite like looking upwards. Naked earth under my feet, mouth open, eyes resting in the invisible shade of a curved piece of clear glass… upwards I gaze… Trees, the poet once told me, are earth’s desire to touch the sky. Branches, it seemed, are the tree’s desire to touch the earth. Earth’s desire to touch the sky desires to touch the earth… upwards I gaze… my desire looking back into my eyes from up there… hopes… dreams…

9 thoughts on “Looking upwards

      1. Paula says:

        🙂 I like them. I hope you won’t mind if I stop by to look at them and skip the stories sometimes due to my being busy. 🙂

      2. Prashant Nawani says:

        When you visit my forest, dear friend, the crimson bird sings only for you, not for me. Listen to anything, everything, or nothing… You are most welcome here, to walk as you will…

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