Grass
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Heal
when we do, we will be changed, These days there are no words enough. We will heal when we heal; we will die and birth either hate or more love: the kind that is conceived in days like these when our children kill our children. What state is that? Words fail. We sit in the Continue reading
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Takeaways from a Cloud forest
I tried to pray out loud but there were no words, just clouds, walking loud into my eyes, like Tears of Heaven Yes I love mountains, hills: but this trip was clouds. From where we were at Tipu Sultan’s Sunrise Point, Sunset, innerdialects. For one who is scared of heights, maybe I’m cured? 4600 ft Continue reading
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It is that time …
The rain last night left puddles and a ‘Bird of Paradise’ bud! Life goes on as we scramble for Oxygen, literally. India hurts, prays, vaccinates. Every Breath is a miracle no one’s taking for granted. Nor food, shelter, job. The Earth continues to deliver her grass, bird and foliage. It is that Time of Life. Continue reading
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Bouquet from the King
The room gasps: outside our window beneath a hunch of trees, it’s there. In a rush of light & stillness … a Bouquet from the King, in a fuss of forest early evening mist. “For you.” He whispers; I fling my mind down and lunge to where we get a closer angle: this pic doesn’t Continue reading
