This piece written spontaneously one day has helped me tremendously in navigating relationships and keeping focus. Now I am an adult – I must eat my own food, clean my own clothes. Whether I can contribute in anyone else’s life or not at least I should be able to feed myself – no grown animal… Continue reading Find Your Own Resolve
Author: vani
words can be trees
black
“What was he doing, the great god Pan, down in the reeds by the river?…” Sometimes some poem stays in us for years, to decompose slowly. So it was with The Musical Instrument by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, decomposing in me for years. I had read it when I was in high school. It is about… Continue reading black
Served Breakfast By The Universe
It happened one morning in Manipal that I was served breakfast by the universe. That morning still lives in me. I sat down on the floor with my glass of sattu, almonds and fruits ― and then this thought stream started ― Thank you Papa for buying this sattu again and again, thank you Mummy… Continue reading Served Breakfast By The Universe
The Car Horn
Quite like a rod would physically penetrate the chest, the sound of the car horn penetrated me. It hurt. It hurts whenever I hear a piercing loud car horn. I am sitting on the terrace at home in a small town near Bangalore, called Udupi. The sound of traffic is constant almost all day long.… Continue reading The Car Horn
This Need Not Be
A guest post today – book excerpt from A Course In Miracles If you cannot hear the Voice for God, it is because you do not choose to listen. That you do listen to the voice of your ego is demonstrated by your attitudes, your feelings and your behavior. Yet this is what you want.… Continue reading This Need Not Be
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Full heart, Empty Hands
Full heart Empty handed. Cannot do Anything To melt away His pain… Live with this Reality. That’s all you can Offer him. Sit with him. Miles apart
The Snail and The Tortoise
After much deliberation, she decided which of the fancy paper clips I should have, and which she will keep for herself. So I got the snail, tortoise, airplane and duck, and my niece gave herself four other somethings. Seeing the snail and the tortoise sitting beside each other, this question popped up in my head.… Continue reading The Snail and The Tortoise
Ripe Tomatoes And The Mind
Make me a tomato not potato — that, I may ripen. Bulging with such juicy juice. This world is mean. It will bite, into you if you are a juicy fruit. Potato is a much safer proposition. I shall ripen in the mind. Juicy bodies people bite into like barbarians. I shall ripen in the… Continue reading Ripe Tomatoes And The Mind