Realm of poets, artists and lucky misfits

Effortless is misunderstood

It doesn’t lands in lap of the one who looked up

It lands with the one- that loved with their all

Loved without limits of us and them

Effortless is love funnelling the previous gives into grace

Ease is love without knots of outcome

It comes around

Many folds

Many times

Many lifetimes

And fills one when they forgot to ask

If your journey had unexpected grace and effortless ease

Ease you cannot explain to strive

But somehow all you touch ‘thrives’

Then leave the curiosity

Let it contentment seep

And thank every stone,

every flower and every creek

your maker like boomerangs

It bounces spreading gifts

In this private realm of poets and lucked out misfits

Noticed, the afternoon light that dances for you effortlessly ?

-Poet and Counsellor Rupika Moitra

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