Spiritual and Sacred
Life is sacred. Helping children learn about and protect Nature around them is a spiritual and sacred work, when inspired by boundless Love. Danuse Murty
Life is sacred. Helping children learn about and protect Nature around them is a spiritual and sacred work, when inspired by boundless Love. Danuse Murty
Even a little butterfly struggling to escape fire, can save itself and many others from danger if it can reach a gentle and kind heart, like a sunray. Danuse Murty
One must imagine Sisyphus happy, for he deceives himself daily: “The pebble I push is a boulder!” Siddharth Namachivayam
Go stand on the edge of the world’s bluff. Look over the desert littered with truths. Some shattered smooth, some built rough, feeling the texture conceals what they lose. Siddharth Namachivayam
A die spins randomly, but what launched it in space? When the die settles, has it chosen a face? Or was it the throw? Neither the hand nor the die could possibly know. Siddharth Namachivayam
Gliding as a cormorant wings it underwater.Bespattered plunge, into the salty brine.No splitting hairs here – just catch it and ride effortless into atmospheric Chambers.I smile ,and feel my pulse quicken. Tom Fielding
Words buzz as spirits move through water,and the leaky astroid ejects milk and honey.Clouds burstinghorizontal purple so bluein fact they burstlike bubblesparachuting downFomenting flippantly with butterflieslet’s catch a big one I sayand have an adventure.Asteroids licking honey so blueI leave aside the shadow on the… Read More »Warrumbungles
To leave your homeland is to achieve half of the dharma – Milarepa Leaving all places like walking out of an empty house.Long years of the dark-eyed lens obscuring sight losing focus on what’s been lost inland seas of tears opened unburdened a humming jet-plane… Read More »Touching Earth
Swept by a tsunami of fearScrambling, desperate for safetyScrubbing furiouslyPanic sets inHave I missed a spot?How do I prevent mum from getting it? Grateful for some connection in a world changed by the invisibleWise and kind wordsA gentle reminder to breatheTo scrub with softer strokesIntention… Read More »A Gentle Reminder
When music ends, Incense dreams, To become a butterfly. Flora Lee