Silo

A bruised ego is no match for a heart that is full.

The ornaments are, they're going around

Celibate, I mean celebrate life! An interesting article and one that resonates with some of my personal values. Thank you, Elephant Journal for articulating something that I struggle to.

What Would Happen?

Title lyrics from Björk - Who Is It?

Flying Fish

The Hindus might say it's the work of Lord Shiva, but it seems as though everybody is being tested by something of a shakedown. My sister has turned to astrology for an explanation, meanwhile I will (not so patiently) wait for the universe to lead the way. Everything is how it should be, and everything will be alright. Maybe we all just got too comfortable and nobody has ever found adventure in contentment.

Echo

Solitude is usually thrust upon me and in turn accepted begrudgingly. It is only after a some time spent alone that I begin to unwind and stretch out within myself. I am so quick to forget how whole this makes me, how essential it is. The peace that follows claiming ownership of personal residence is such a delight. So then why do I leave myself as a last resort?

Chaat

I am craving the homecoming of Indira Ghandi Airport. The chaos, the connection of my feet on Indian soil, total immersion in vibrant cacophony. Somehow my heart is forever wandering back.

Unrequited

I thirst for a knowledge that I do not care to be burdened with. An electric undercurrent to all my curiosities.

Mirrors sideways, who cares what's behind?

Fluid and ominous, it sinks under your skin and tickles the back of your throat. A damp chill that meanders, creeps, seeps into absolutely all and everything. It will never let up. Resistance is futile.

What is this substance that dances at the edges of the winds of change?


Title lyric taken from Deftones - Passenger

Capsule

There's a piece of me I keep hidden, that I save just for myself. It's buried deep below the shiny facade, the rubble, whatever you may find on the surface at the time. I dug it up the other day, or maybe struck it by accident. I had forgotten what's inside. This piece I save just for myself? It turns out that it's filled with pieces of everybody else.

Earthworms

I walked in the weather today, underneath an electric sky lighting up the late afternoon with its thunderous applause. I relished in the rain soaking through my clothes and washing down my face. The heavens had opened up and were reaching down to raise the river I marched alongside, quenching my thirst for relief from this hot summer's day. I felt clear, I felt calm. It was all so delicious. I hope the rain keeps on falling until this long, steamy season has dried up and left.

Pranayama

I must catch those moments of love and light that shine crystalline, beautiful. I shall greedily suck them in and pour them into my heart over and over and over again, until it all rings true once more.