SHARING BLESSINGS
KISSED BY THE WIND
OFF TO WORK
NOTES OF SILENCE
Our lives are defined by what we seek. And there really are only two choices. Seeking for validation, the Devil and seeking fulfillment, the divine
How long will you hold on to something that has not nourished your soul? And you have already experienced joy, albeit as a guilty pleasure. Will you have the courage to put the weight of the glitter down and throw away the beliefs that have held you in prison?
The moment of choice holds the key to the known and the unknown. You can take a step back and go to the familiar. Or you can show courage to step into the unknown. Let your heart bloom. Release the clutches of your beliefs. Experience the bliss and realise that what you were seeking was within you all this while
The moment of choice holds the key to the known and the unknown. You can take a step back and go to the familiar. Or you can show courage to step into the unknown. Let your heart bloom. Release the clutches of your beliefs. Experience the bliss and realise that what you were seeking was within you all this while
The whole game of life is a dance between fulfilment and validation, the divine and the devil. But the devil is not always the one with horns. It can show up in the forms of glitter, acceptance, recognition and sometimes it can even look like the divine. And the divine is not always in halos. What you seek might be hiding in plain sight
Our lives are defined by what we seek. And there really are only two choices. Seeking for validation, the Devil and seeking fulfillment, the divine
You may be seeking the love, the fulfilment, the bliss. The beliefs that are wrapped around your body can make you cling on to the glitter. Those beliefs can make you doubt the gold, the very thing you are seeking.
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
Guilt takes over in no time and makes you give up the very thing that you were seeking.
The guilt unleashes its allies, shame and punishment. It makes you hold on to the tradition
in the name of safety, duty and loyalty
We spend our lives collecting resources in the hope of being happy only to realise that they were the red herrings. Resources or no resources, some can taste happiness in their breakfast everyday and some struggle to catch a glimpse of it. Do we know what it takes to invite happiness in our lives? Do we have the seeds we need to plant to grow the fruit of smiles?
The playing
There is that feeling which eggs us on to play and enjoy with what we have infront of us. Be it a pet with a ball, or a favorite toy, or that swinging branch of the tree, or a cheap pen in our fingers, the eagerness to just play with it and have fun with it is a doorway to the smile. For the smile to flourish, Its the life in that eagerness that needs to grow, not the price of that toy
The Expressing
Each of us are born with gifts. Gifts, which can enrich the life of others. Chiselling our inner gifts, removing the impurities of ego, jealousy and frustration from it. Expressing these gifts in their purest form is the home a smile needs. Expressing our gifts freely and surrendering to the will of the universe is what will make those smiles grow
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
The Nurturer
your loved ones are waiting for that magic inside you to unfold. Your acts of service will be nourishing their bodies, mind and soul. You know that the magic inside you can turn a rotten produce and filthy water into a nourishing meal. That knowing is the abode of your smile. It multiplies through the gratitude of every soul your magic touches
We spend our lives collecting resources in the hope of being happy only to realise that they were the red herrings. Resources or no resources, some can taste happiness in their breakfast everyday and some struggle to catch a glimpse of it. Do we know what it takes to invite happiness in our lives? Do we have the seeds we need to plant to grow the fruit of smiles?
The Rejuvenation
As the toil of the body wipes the sweat of a heavy mind, the rejuvenation happens. It can not be forced. You can not put your feet up in the air with a heavy heart or mind and rejuvenate. You can not shirk from the physical effort and rejuvenate. Once you realise this, you will not need to a fancy vacation. Just a make do puff will do. And the smile will not perch on the lips, as it will descend to the depths of your heart
The Receiving
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
The Dreaming
Dreams are a sneak peak into a box of gifts your mother has been hiding from you, to give it to you at the right time. Seeing the possibilities, knowing the fragility of current struggles and realising that all it takes is one click for the lever to unhook. The vivaciousness to peak at the possibilities we can create makes the smile a resident in our eyes
Passion is that soul mate we want to spend our life with but never get around to doing so. Despite holding the promise of joy, vitality and fulfilment, passion finds itself a subservient to the life of illusion we keep living. An illusion of safety, validation, recognition and sometimes glory. In the end, will the illusion make up for the un-lived passion?
The Pecking order
Illusion is a bubble of charm dressed in luxury, offering us an assurance of making it worth the while in this material world. Passion on the other hand belongs to the world of heart. Silky gowns, marble skin, shiny coins are not the language it speaks. Illusion starts to win when we see passion as a subservient to the illusion
The Moment of choice
The passion made us that loveable vivacious self that we are today. It taught us how to love, how to imagine rainbows, how to live in joy, before we stepped in to this Arena. And now, oh that feel of silk and the promise of throne is so soothing
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
The Reminder
We can be bathing in pearls and swirling in velvet but our heart yearns for that passion. The embrace of the lover, the joy of that dance, the mingling of two breaths and that blizz down our spines make our lofty palaces feel like a cemetary
Passion is that soul mate we want to spend our life with but never get around to doing so. Despite holding the promise of joy, vitality and fulfilment, passion finds itself a subservient to the life of illusion we keep living. An illusion of safety, validation, recognition and sometimes glory. In the end, will the illusion make up for the un-lived passion?
The Secret Meeting
We feel that we can live arms in arms with illusion and have flings with the passion. It works until we realise that in itself is an illusion. Our stint with passion is freedom. Illusion likes control. Free souls filled with joy are a danger to the bubble illusion lives in
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
Time to strike
Attacking our esteem, taking away our ladders, pointing accusatory fingers at us, making the thrones feel slippery, shaking the ground we stand upon … there are so many ways illusion can strike. So many ways it can make us dump passion and run towards the comforting arms of illusion
The Judgment day
When we were in the moments of passion, the promise of comforts did lose its value. Can illusion do the same when passion finally decides to bid us good bye? There is no big man with the beard issuing judgments on our choices. We are the ones sitting on that throne. We are the ones to judge, in the end, which loss are we going to regret the most
In a city filled with heritage, luxury and abundance we find ourselves as a commoner and a nobody. The big walls overwhelm us and the choicest admiration of everyone and everything around us makes us feel small. But a princess finds the kingdom she rules in the lanes and the backyards of the sprawling palaces
Off to Work
A red carpet is not rolled for her and her chauffeur is not in sight yet. But she knows that her sweat gives shine to that glitter that everyone sees. Her touch gives fragrance to the flowers in that porcelain vase that makes everyone swoon in joy. She wears her red carpet, carries her dreams in that little basket of hers and paddles through those galleys
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
Sharing blessings
She does not have her million followers yet. Million voices are not rooting for her yet. But there is always that someone who waits for the gift of her joyous company. There is that someone who feeds on her smile as they sit together and collect divine blessings being showered on them everyday
Royal amusement
As hundreds of court dancers choreograph their moves to please some Royalty, The princess finds her amusement from the tricks some odd street dweller pulls up. She loves being an audience to that magician, who is on his way to discover his own kingdom too
In a city filled with heritage, luxury and abundance we find ourselves as a commoner and a nobody. The big walls overwhelm us and the choicest admiration of everyone and everything around us makes us feel small. But a princess finds the kingdom she rules in the lanes and the backyards of the sprawling palaces
Serving Wishes
Our princess does not sit on a throne granting wishes of her subjects. She has chosen a restaurant in some back lanes as her office. The hungry souls express their wishes to her. She fulfils them all with a buffet of flavours her kitchen offers and lovingly watches them satiate themselves
Inner Kingdom
She has not built any luxurious meditation rooms. A stone cushioned by grass in an untrodden part of that garden is the happy place of our princess. The leaves filter the sun to make pure light reach her heart as she takes stock of her inner world
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
Royal shopping
Princess does not need to have a queue of artisans sitting at her doorstep to produce what she demands. Her grace is connected with the artists sitting miles away in oblivion. The universe has sent them her measurements. The piece for her neck is already crafted with love and has found its way to her neighbourhood. She will walk a few streets and collect the necklace made only for her
The breakfast
Time is flying. Just enough moments to grab that cuppa before we rush out of the door. The flavours of blueberry pancake or that delicious frittata and that bowl of fruit can wait. One day, we will sit on that table and savour them all. “Time is running out” says both … the Mind .. and the Heart
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
The Price we pay
Many days we return home with a few scars on our heart. Whether those are the scratches from an abusive hand or the insults from an arrogant authority. We remind ourself of the prize, suck it up and let a cold breath freeze the glass walls of our prisons
The soul cry
Our crushed dreams, our dancing desires, the sulking palette are giving you an assurance. They will never intervene in your quest for pearls and perks. Just dont let this race leave scratches on your gentle soul ,, thats their appeal
Trapped
Every work we do requires us to sell a piece of ourselves. Be it our time, our skills, our bodies or even our souls. We are all selling ourselves. The glitter we surround ourselves with is the prison we spend our life freeing ourselves from
There are fleeting moments in your day when you realise that the glitter you are clinging on to isnt serving you. The pull of the divine makes you reach out to the love. Even though your beliefs convince you of your act as a sin. You do experience bliss and label it as a guilty pleasure
The morning call
Our dreams our fantasies flood our minds as we wait to open our eyes into a new morning. They get crushed as they feel the grasp of the hands tightening on those pearls and perks. As they depart with dropping shoulders again, we wonder why our eyes are so empty
Ready to please
The heart wanted to wear the dancing shoes and that furling frock to give a twirl to that nimble waist. The tired hands have to don that garb, that pin stripe suit or that dress with the slit, wear a forced smile and utter “I am here to please you”
THE KNOWING
THE EXPRESSING
BUFFET OF OFFERINGS
THE SEEKING
THE MOURNING
REFLECTIONS
ROOTED WINGS
MOTHERLY TREASURES
The Skeptic
THE REMINDER
APPREHENSIONS
BIRTH OF HER
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