journeying from caterpillar to butterfly
SIT still. Stay still. Be still. My earliest recollection of this phrase was as an order, consequence of some mischief or disobedience. Frankly, it was a method to break chatter and disengage from activity. The intent was sound but my association with it was not. I viewed it as a form of punishment, a sentence […]
Read MoreSo many sides to you Calm, collected Blissful, meditative Clarity could not be sexier As you paint the ideal day Then you stab me with silence No shadow, song or movement Feeling empty and unwanted Sinking feels like the only option But not just my body, dreams too And for this, I fight Keeping still, […]
Read MoreI thought the option of still and sparkling were only available when ordering a bottle of water – little did I realise that they were also options with the mind. When the mind is not still, it stirs little bubbles, teasing bits of sparkles and fizzes. Decisions taken during this period, perceptions formed and even […]
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