
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.”
“Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.”
Photo by David Redpath
Please do look at this beautiful post I have reblogged.Written by David Redpath
It is about Vincent van Gogh
via The Seasons
Oh, my brother, I have said goodbye
Once my little playmate, you must die
Your voice is very weak as there you rest
I wish that life were not a cruel test
I told you of the see saw and the swings
I will not argue, this is what life brings
Remembered fireworks and the blazing fire
The Catherine wheel, the longing, the desire
How can a boy so strong soon turn to dust?
Where has gone the liveliness, the lust?
Weak but uncomplaining you lie there
On my face I feel a film of tears
You’ll never die, you’ll live on in my mind
I forgive your acts, for you were blind
My front hedge is so thick, wrens made a nest
I saw a small bird flying low and swift
With my garden I feel human, blessed
The bonsai beech has grown till almost dense
It has no trunk, the leaves are tiny gifts
My front hedge is so full, wrens made a nest
My clematis has flowered beyond all sense
When I looked I felt my soft heart lift
In my garden, know that I am blessed
In a deep green wood the eye can rest
Open eyed, a look must not be fast
My front hedge welcomes wrens ,oh,love,a nest!
Deep happiness connects us to what’s best
The dark blue sky, the sunset flaming, brief.
With my garden I feel love, I ‘m blessed
Be alive, don’t dwell on thoughts too sweet
The natural world brings virtue and deceit
My front hedge is so thick, wrens made a nest
These tiny creatures filled with love and zest