The universe, nature, elders, nurturers are blankets that cosmos connects us with, on our journey to self-realization. Letting them know "I am grateful"
Hobbies of inner child: Chasing bliss Moulds are many, Good nurturers as any, Mine is never quite ready, May it never be, Fixed and formed, It moved, flows, grows and evolves, It is vast enough to fit ‘childhood of the world’ Deep enough to submerge ‘the crave of carer’s love’ But the hope is that... Continue Reading →
It’s a story of a soul. This soul didn’t know it’s goal, It was searching within a hole Hole of gives and takes Hole of profit and loss Counts, countdowns, races Yet somewhere buried within This soul- a buzzard concepts of whole, Had seen care where it was free, Pure and priceless, Stupid, she was... Continue Reading →
The vessel isn’t all that wise or old But rivers have moved through it Many times, Many nodes Is it then the experience of the vessel Or Is it the to the credit of the source? -Rupika Moitra
The thorn and the bloom- they stick together. But the eye choses it’s view To know self- love, we start with trying to know what is self made of. Uniquely, the quantities differ but our light parts and shadow bits come together to make the self The process of understanding self begins with understanding our... Continue Reading →