Hope you liked this poem of mine which still remains untitled. We declutter our heads through something that erodes our head mystically. Following our own journey and often taking inspiration from others, we evolve or at least we try to evolve. We seek happiness, joy and peace in everything else but not us. Its almost a monotonous thing to hear yet an important one to follow. I often wonder what are we nourishing actually? Do we have to investigate? Or we simply let things fall as and when it should. Should one think of life as as constant battle with time or play with the trivialities delivered to us by time and space?
These tree poems are wonderful! And I love the 'spherical blooms of sounds' in your poem, Devika. The quote from the Velveteen Rabbit is very moving too. All taken together, like you said in your introduction, growth is something that takes a lifetime, and it's helpful to seek guidance. But no one person or self-styled guru has all the answers, and no one is perfect. I'm learning this myself. I'm always looking for some wise person to show me the way or reveal the secrets of the universe to me. But I also know that those answers are never coming. I'm learning instead to trust in myself. That I have a deep knowledge inside of me that I can draw on. I already know much of the answers, but I can't hear myself until I go quiet, or I go into nature and just sit and listen. Much love!
These tree poems are wonderful! And I love the 'spherical blooms of sounds' in your poem, Devika. The quote from the Velveteen Rabbit is very moving too. All taken together, like you said in your introduction, growth is something that takes a lifetime, and it's helpful to seek guidance. But no one person or self-styled guru has all the answers, and no one is perfect. I'm learning this myself. I'm always looking for some wise person to show me the way or reveal the secrets of the universe to me. But I also know that those answers are never coming. I'm learning instead to trust in myself. That I have a deep knowledge inside of me that I can draw on. I already know much of the answers, but I can't hear myself until I go quiet, or I go into nature and just sit and listen. Much love!