from a caterpillar to a butterfly

  Oh, I kept searching, Amidst all the chaos and yelling, For an anchor, To keep my sanity. It kept eluding me, Day in and day out, It kept dodging me, Every other minute. I turned to music, I turned to prayer, I turned to sleep, Hoping to find it at least. It sent its nemesis, In everything and Everyone around me, Leaving me trembling with fury. Not caring anymore, I walked out aimlessly. I turned a blind eye and a deaf ear, Wanting only to seek my refuge.  It then dawned on me. While soaking in a beautiful sunrise, By the light blue sea, Feeling the gentle morning breeze, The truth you resist,  are the battles you fight. Simply Accept or  Simply Let go. Click… something fell in place, The knots seem to untangle, Suddenly it all made sense, This chaos and my search. My battles are the truths, That I am unwilling to accept, That I am too attached to let go, The veil covering my sight. The heart rejoiced, At this newfound clarity, And I danced my way back, To the chaos of my life. No lo

  There in the nothingness, So deep and so dark, So expansive and so vast, Was heard the very first sound. It is the sound of creation, With it came the universe, Of galaxies, stars and planets, With it came light that sustains us all. Oh, this sound, The witness to creation, The essence of existence, Is the scared sound of life. Hidden in every living cell, This hum of the universe, Gives life, Creates life. To utter it, To chant it, To experience it, To just be one with it, Is to witness creation, Of an inner world, From nothingness, To everything. From darkness to light, From apathy and agony to peace, From fear to faith, From feeling to being. From everything, the perceivable, To the nothingness, the unperceivable, From everything, materialistic, To the nothingness, spiritual. This sacred sound of the universe, Has its way, of creating us, And recreating us, From everything back to the nothingness. The power of the chant AUM...

Mother an emotion that always touches our heart. Mother a person who is a silent, constant, loving and caring support in our life. Mother whose trust in us is so whole that sometimes we wonder how she sees something in us that we are unable to see, comprehend or believe ourselves. Mother a well-wisher like no one can ever be. Mother selfless like no one can ever or will ever be. Mother always holding us in the protective bosom of her love. Mother who always seeks to protect us. Mother who always wants only the best for us. Mother… who gave up her likes, gave up her freedom, gave up her sleep, gave up many things to be there for us, to take care of us… Every morning I found my peace in her chanting of morning prayer. Every afternoon I found my peace in her loving hand as she served me my afternoon meal. Every evening I found my peace in her voice as she taught me and helped me finish my schoolwork. Every night I found my peace in her hands that would hold me tight as I would doze off in

There in the night, A very dark night, Under the dim twinkling stars, In grass moist with dew, I met you for the very first time… You descended on me, With a force so intense, I stood there numb, yet spellbound, I stood still, yet jubilant inside.  Comprehending the unfolding of my feeling… Was it delight? Was it love? Was it joy? Was it happiness? Was it bliss? I tried to name you, You seemed like all of it, Yet much more, You felt like all of it, Yet much deeper. As I was still figuring you out, Going through all of the emotions, Yet none, There settled in a calmness, within, Nothing like I have ever felt before. It gave me new eyes, It created a new understanding, It gave me new perceptions, It created a new reality, It created a new me. A new me, that decided to seek you in everything, A new me, that resolved to hold you above everything. A new me, that realised the futility of pursuing anything but you, A new me, that embraced you with open arms. A new me, that finally met and und

There is something about it, That heals a bruised heart, That burns the stress away, That calms the turmoil inside. There is something about it, That creates everything, out of nothing, That creates life even from a tiny speck. In it starts a world, in it, we end.  There is something about it, That every time I touch, Time stands still,  The world seems not to exist.  There is something about it, That weaves its magic on me, Leading me to happiness, Leading me to joy. There is something about it, The touch of the soil, That takes me to a place I always wish to be Connecting me to a peace deep within. There is something about it, That creates magic within, The magic touch, The touch of the soil…