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Dementia
This Ocean, my Friend,Is my Home. Do not be scared. Do not think twice. Oxygen is not the Source of Life.Love is. Breathe into it. You don’t have to swim.Remain motionless. Just for a while,Leave everyone behind andDive into my HomeYou’ll remember Everyone, again.
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Sanskrit Times – Episode 4
Hi Readers, Hope you’re doing well, wherever you’re in the world. Today I am going to share a couple of verses from one of the great works of an 8th century Indian Philosopher Sri Adi Shankaracharya – Bhaja Govindam. It is a song/poetry that reminds the sage’s followers to reflect on the Truth (so as…
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Give up Not
Facing his own shadowsFrightened by his dark“Love, you should leave me”,He said to his One Love, in disdain. Wiping her tears awayGathering courage to shine again“I will never give up on us”,She responded with Love.
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The Mirror – 2
Bountiful is your life, full and complete. Or so you think, until someone comes along and makes you realize what you have been missing all this time. Like a mirror that reflects what is absent rather than present, he shows you the void in your soul – the void you have resisted seeing. That person…
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Oven of Warmth
The Fire that turnsa dead corpse into ashes The Warmth that bakesa delicious cake in my oven The Love from the Heavensgranted my soul a sweet rebirth. (Originally published on https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/92693150/posts/2872748425 – The Poetry Bar. I couldn’t reblog the post, so I am reposting it here! :-))
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This Love, my love (15/08/2020)
While we were still together,My enslaved mind couldn’t appreciate You much.It’s been 5 years abroad now, and I have joyously visited You thriceAnd vividly dreamed of You several times. This morning as I woke up, I thought of YouI then had a quick vision of being a foreign flower deeply rooted in Your immortal landblossomed…
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Who are you?
When I pronounce your name* Something inside me moves And then, I cry, giggle and criggle Who are you? I was agnostic about Past Lives But now, I am not sure Were you a Friend, a Lover from the Past? Please tell me, who are you? I do not see you Yet I find you…
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Tree
Void between leaves Patience borne fruits Humble mother twigs Playful birds branches Strong succour trunk Deeply rooted life Talks to me.
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Detachment
When you walk Don’t run When you run Don’t think When you think Don’t attach Acknowledge and detach To be the witness of who you truly are.
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An invitation to The Void Space
… it’s time to invite you all into the Void Space with me – right here, and right now. Please be with me till the end of this post, if it’s safe. …
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The Void Space 