Joy
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Heartravellers
had a lovely day- my sisters were home after a longgg stretch- travelled back in time, up stairwell of lighthouse. We flew down to our village beach and surfed lanes, then ran up to the sky, where a seagull swooped on Thandala, the fisher girl we knew – swooped on her basket of mackerel, her… Continue reading
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even if
Settle it in, exhale, intake, consume Gratitude, even if the sun is ice, & stars tire, or birds forget melodies: all day, just rest, arrest the heart in every right place – every little piece of time- a bouquet fat with deliberate thanksgiving…all day Continue reading
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My burden is Light
Be a little light, a meteor, a star, a speck of fire in the dark, don’t be the dark, pl don’t, that’s too lonely, yes, no, we can’t be Light all by ourself, we’re too selfish. True Light, it gives, gives. Remember the manger, the stable, remember the Cross. That’s the real thing. We can’t… Continue reading
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December Ember
“What can I say?” Said little Teardrop, to the Seribud Deer. “Say nothing, then,” He replied, un jumbling Hisself in her eyes, and she knew He spelled. ‘B- r-u-i-s-e-d, R-e-e-d ‘ for ‘Seribud Deer’, wheeeeh! Tear Drop glowed out loud: He was really Bruised broken for her- she understood that her little or long words… Continue reading
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Evidence of things not seen:
Faith. It mixes sun, moon stars, galaxies together; laughs at our definitions of ills, our calculations at insecurities. Faith eats lions, crushes dusks. It opens the Iris, and dances our feet where angels and demons fear to tread; is our basic instinct, most abused; Faith: buried under the dust of the stars we shut in… Continue reading
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Not-so-Passive Aggression
Last week 7 pm, we saw this young man on the sidewalk, dressed for the season, complete with red glowing horns. “Jitender Kumar,” he said his name was, when I asked him. He was selling little green umbrellas lit up for our diwali that’s just finished. We bought one of the green things, then he… Continue reading
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Bought with a Price
November is gold this morning, 6 am, every leaf, gold .. My ginger tea has pepper in it, cardamon, cinnamon, recommended by Sarti, a friend who knows about allergies, ( my allergies to all anti inflammatories, even in oils, lemon, soaps, Vitamin Cs, ugh. Ginger kills histamine but is also an anti inflammatory agent. Not… Continue reading
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Favourites?
Hard to say. Anne Mogi was Chemistry teacher. I hated the Subject, but Mogi had drama. She made the formula of Chlorine smell like a cleaned up river! And Math of Ms. Kini- I secretly felt she could terrify God, with her hatred for anyone who didn’t know what 2356855×78754 +4543÷993 was. I got closer… Continue reading
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Unseen untouchable moments
..walking on water, sitting in the heart these moments of talking, talking to God. Continue reading
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A holiday with God
a walk in the garden with Him, or in a desert, His Wisdom in my maddening questions, a chat without words, cuz words will never be enough; oh a coffee He brews for us, I’d love a holiday, with Him, a bath in His wellspring of healing, then warm up in His Light, His fountain… Continue reading
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Two much!
Two things struck me today as I headed home from a Mall where everything went wrong, except for the sweet old lady at the escalator, she had two bags and a grin, maybe at the fact that she was just plain happy I don’t know. I’ve been suspicious of Escalators. Yea I know – I’m… Continue reading
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Colours of the Heart
Do check ‘Mere Inkling: Colors-of-heaven & CS Lewis,’ not a casual read, it provokes sensories. What’s heaven like- what are we ? What Divide binds us together? What Great Divorce reverses our cataracts with Lens that sees thru’ all blindness? “Thirst was made for water; inquiry for truth” C.S.Lewis. The great divorce QUOTES – Prasanta Verma.com… Continue reading
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Have you been so in awe, you didn’t take enough pics?
have you been startled by stone step inscription touching your feet, almost pleading attention -the sun, a pure white 37° , it feels like 47; and it hits me in the place where humans store our spirit: am stepping in Era that halved history : BC/AD! Light falls in slabs of Words. Everyone is quiet,… Continue reading
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Miracle of a scar
Scary when they tell you your retina is thinned out in the centre???? These Babes are never wrong. White coats, glossy black sweet bat girl frames, mid 30s? I’m muttering prayer in my teeth. Turns out its just the Macula scar I’ve had: 15 million blind in India, I get a piece of that miracle… Continue reading
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Embracing Life’s Challenges: Lessons from the Sea
That September we had a small celebration, our youngest was a baby. How d’you describe the sea to a blind person, leave alone a tiny human? We did our bit, but he wailed, burrowed face in me. The sand, the huge amount of it, was too much for his little fingers. He’d just begun to… Continue reading
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Graphite & Grace
here, You speak me into existence. Out of non- existence, I arrive, in the shelter of your Eyes. Pieces of Your Peace, graphite & Grace. Ashes & Beauty, Death & Life. In the Shadow of the Secret Place, pages of my life, they fill, with lines You write. And everything within, like it or not,… Continue reading
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“Get used to different!”
If you’ve watched the Chosen series, you know Barnaby (Aalok Mehta) here interviewed by our girl Vihan Damaris. Singn’ insane Influencer. “…there’s no question, yeh Bhagwan, Ishwar, whatever, its there. Its my strength…” Aalok M, ace Actor got me watching closer at this phenomenon called Jesus, played by Jonathan Roumie, supported by the rest of… Continue reading
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there will be Light
..the Presence of the Touch that touches all Continue reading
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Beauty & the Beast
She brings me her drawing book, “Draw something, na. I heard you paint.” Its been a while since I sketched but her eyes draw me into them – midnight velvet eyes, breathless for dawn. Its a hospital, I do not ask what she’s feeling, what’s going on in her young life, is youth as beautiful… Continue reading
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Raining Prayers
We went out for vanilla scoops- 2/each, then met 3 Kashmiri ex- Techies selling Samovar tea…(its a brew of cinnamon flags, saffron shreds stewed over coal & Kehwa steam), 7pm The dark lashed Kashmiri sons & I trade shares of different lives. He has had a bullet wound in his arm. 6ish feet tall, smiling… Continue reading
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Say
I write for a group of writers :Five minute Friday and this week we ‘Say‘ in five minutes, what’s between our fingers, asking to be said. I’m thinking of Ghezu a local Dancer and she was good to feature on a video shoot for my daughter, but we got the feeling she was holding back,… Continue reading
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Prisoner of Hope
#WDYS An earth, arrested by her own love for all her species. A Love nothing can destroy: not every last sting of hate, not every last sword – it just keeps her alive: Love: It mutates, re-surrects what all else might kill, for True Love kindles Hope kindles her billion billion pieces of dying Prayers… Continue reading
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We, look for You
Like sunflowers to the sun: You lookin for me to look for You. Who’d’ve thought Creation forever stalks its Creator: even in our vilest cuss, we Address You: We know that we look for You, to blame, or occasionally bless: like a moon to the sun, we watch/ orb Your orbit a whirl to Your… Continue reading
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WORD FALL
Vinepress3 my bloodshadows are thick with a thousand generations of man, but Your Vine saps me to the Word ~like swords strip my thorn Oh Vibe of Heaven in my branch, awoken, rising startled. 🧤 Impression from* Marks Gospel 2 Sapling from wilderness grafted into Christ. “Sap” His Word . His wound , as from the… Continue reading
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Pray
..uncombed, raw from the heart meditations! This was done for a friend, battered by circumstance, and inspired by a couple that asked if I could record a ‘devotional’ – uh not easy, but here it is, 6-ish am., with two images from last evening, birds in trees nearby and this detail thats been asking to… Continue reading
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Pain Management
My friend Jamil recovered from an auto–immune disease then went back into it. We met two years ago at a restaurant: her eyes like twin lighthouses. How dyou do this Jamil? I want to ask, but words turn to noodles in my throat. She has lil narratives of new meds that work briefly before other… Continue reading
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The 7Letter Password
Akhiya stares past me into an inner room full of her paintings. Some of her canvas is slashed, others she has painted over and over. She will not show me any more, she says. Her face is a closed door but I cannot leave. She pushes away my John 3:16, her eyes empty with indifference.… Continue reading
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Stonehenge to Eden
You want more evidence of Superior Intelligence? I just had it and am reeling, at how quick my Stonehenge (mental state!) turns to a personal Eden; all with a Deadly Prayer : a prayer that answers the Prayerer. So this happened, few weeks ago: 🌀 The woman glared from across the table; in a minute… Continue reading
