Scattered blues…

monday blues

On days like this, in scattered blues
I’m quenched by
cerulean hues,
and breath gasps towards the heavens,
groping for
favorable blessings…

My feet unstable on the ground,
in ripples that splash,
conceding sounds,
that heave
melancholy sighs,
the lingering residue that stains the skies…

My spirit tossed into the waves,
acquiescing to
mercurial shades…



Luminous moments…

“Where your treasure is, there also will be your heart.”
― Paulo CoelhoThe Alchemist

a luminous moment

On paths paved with adversity
I lost my joie de vivre.
I’ve trodden murky waters,
misery perceived.

The playful child I once was,
swallowed up by pain,
my pilgrimage of awakening
is all that grace contains!

So if you see me downcast,
it’s healing tears I cry.
I’m bedazzled by His mercy
and the most radiant skies!

I know I’m not the same,
a piece of me is gone,
but in these luminous moments
I vow to carry on…


Fusing with Indigo

May you be blessed with a wise and compassionate guide
Who can accompany you through the fear and grief
Until your heart has wept its way to your true self.
― John O’DonohueTo Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

a lagoon view

The ebb and flow,
getting caught in the waves.
A deluge of emotions
my loss contained.

Fusing with indigo,
on soft grassy verge.
In quiet contemplation
distress is purged.

Sweeping tide of sorrow
is on the other side,
saturated by splendor
and grief subsides.

Plunged back into
cerulean hues,
repose returns,
with quiet azure views…


i’m alive

i'm alivei’ve been deaf, i could not see,
my eyes tight shut,
in silent scream!

then each morning
as I wake,
the birds call,
there’s no mistake,
that they know me
by my name,
the words are clear…..
to life reclaim!

and gently,
as i rise,
in sacred love,
i breath the skies!

in tiny steps,
i will live again,
my heart is ready, to transcend….



“Meditation practice isn’t about trying to throw ourselves away and become something better. It’s about befriending who we are already.”
― Pema ChödrönThe Wisdom of No Escape: How to Love Yourself and Your World

bees do it

I’ve been in a downward spiral,
where doubt
exposed belief.
I’ve understood holiness,
the consciousness
of grief.

I’ve tried to evade sorrow
and armour my foolish heart.
I’ve hidden from
my loved ones,
when my life had fallen apart!

I’m beginning to translate
the beauty,
of my sacred being,
and appreciate the silence
in a moment of profound meaning.

I’m letting the ether
draw me
out of myself,
to celebrate creation,
living a life that’s

I’m learning to love
my intricacies
and be my soul’s friend.
Allow emergence to take me,
so my anima
will transcend!



At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
In that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
― Jalaluddin Rumi


i looked full in the face
of the pale moonlight,
and hues of soft ethereal
fell over me….
at this,
the twilight hour,
i was embodied
in wonderment,
and brimming
with fluency,
while the ambient beat
of cycadas
my unruly heart.
the lamplight blushed
in the presence of
such radiance.

i noiselessly sank
into fragrant acceptance.

there was,
all around me
images of such loveliness.

just then,
liquid light
crystals onto the surface
of the lake
and i watched as the moon reached up
to traverse the silken
evening sky.

the tranquil rising
and falling of the tide
coaxed me into
waves gently whispered
sweet nothings
between each breath
i saw myself reflected
in promises
that i would never be alone.

my hope was spread out
the sands of mercy,
the sands of time,
and i gazed up at the stars,
wondering if
my thoughts outnumbered them?
i quietly wished
on them,
still clutching the oaths i had made
in deep connection.
the planets echoed in tones
of my unknowable
distilled light delicately
my darkened

in that moment
I knew myself