I am light, luminous, unburdened by the weight of past and future. Everything appears now washed in mesmerizing light. I see it all— even the unflattering rough parts once hidden in the dark. The light falls playfully on them, revealing their edges clearly. These rough places give the landscape its character. And I realize the … Continue reading Luminous Stillness
poetry
A return
There’s a shape my body knows.I didn’t learn it in a class or from a book.I don’t even remember deciding to do it.But I find myself in it — every morning, every night.Balasana. Child’s Pose. It looks simple from the outside — a quiet folding inward.But from the inside, it feels like something else.A bowing. … Continue reading A return
Love day
Celebration
Donna Ashworth, The Right Words.
A good place
It’s a quiet kind of wonderful—this moment when I realizeI’m in a good place in life.Funny, isn’t it, how easily we forget?How these momentstend to slip through the cracksof overthinking,lost in the dust of too many yesterdaysand the shadows of too many tomorrows.I worry.Too much.About things that no longer exist.About things that haven’t happened.And in … Continue reading A good place
Anxious
Wild hope, Donna Ashworth, page 153
Ugly
Do not sleep with Worry
Do not sleep with WorryWorry is no good in BedHe will interrupt your slumberSpinning dramas like a webHe will plant seeds in your gardenThey will strangle all you've grownPulling roots up from your flowerbedsTo make room there for his ownHe will take your precious memoriesAnd paint them murky greyHe will meet your inner childAnd send … Continue reading Do not sleep with Worry
Waterfall
Sipiso Piso waterfall, North Sumatra, Indonesia There's something mystical about waterfall. The mist, the moist air, the whole scenery, the powerful yet Serene beauty of a waterfall have left a deep impression on me.
Tea, always.
A slow afternoon. It’s raining.A romantic drizzle, a cool breeze. It’s daydream-perfect. The mug can be refilled as many times as I like. I’m sitting on the porch. The neighborhood is quiet, prayers from the nearby mosques fill the wet air. There’s magic in the rain—or so I believe. I made a new friend today, … Continue reading Tea, always.
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