Every step you take
Every move you make
Every promise you break
There's a page that turns over
It's a new leaf waiting to be read
With all that has once been said…..
Life is never just ‘one’ to live.
The egg and cocoon had their role to play, for without either, she wouldn’t fly ever. Colours emerged, not her call. Wings aloft, that’s not all. While she enjoyed the flight, the flowers, the spirit, the life, she couldn’t look back. The stages to evolve were too close. The stages bore distance. A distance she loved to travel to soar. A distance she wished she never treaded.
I remember the trip to a zoo, when I was barely two . I wonder if that was the earliest memory. I think my episodic memory is overworked.
Time is a constant. Time is changing. Time - One of those of-the-by-the-for-the creations. What is one minute for the human race? Speed of thought nullifies what time quantifies. I (can) still live one and a half years in the world’s one-minute. Now…What happens to the life I lived in the world’s one and a half years……..???
Three years ago, it ended in the world. But for the mind that defies time as is, there is neither the beginning nor the end.
The egg broke, the cocoon gave way, the wings rose. She flies, she lives. Just that the ‘time’s are different.
THE doctor all of us know
The soil on which the fortunate grow
A proof that covers can be deceptive
The bare truth, the blessed mind
Much of higher showers & all of life’s find.
Straight from God’s own busy hands :-)
Out to heal few and many.
Cannot ever thank her enough
All the words never match her touch
The healer. The teacher. The seeker. My good karma.
Dr. Lakshmi Prasanna.
In the rustling spring
Through the mystic eyes
Over the seas of joy
From the corners to the clouds
It takes me here and there
The magic of music
The magic of Iron and Wine.
