I am always held by the universe
I could hold, I could heal
Because I held on to celestial space
About all else, I am less prickly now
Pain has its task defined
Its quite adamant
It stretches me in unfiltered ways
Yet I ask love to quietly stay
I am quite relishing the results now
I can hold in my widened cup
Your healing, your love
Our collected pours, our collected gains
– Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 