Have you ever noticed watched a stream of flowing water and wondered, 'Where does it come from? What are its roots? Why does it flow like the invisible sky?' Have you ever marveled and pondered how the stream comes into being how it springs into existence? Wonder, wonder. Ponder. The surprising and awe-inspiring magical answer… Continue reading how do the streams flow out of the earth?
So many things require our attention every day. One moment we are doing something and within a few moments, we run with our minds to do other things. To do lists don’t even begin to attend the way our minds run in countless different directions. We lose our attention, our focus, our awareness and go… Continue reading Attention, attention, attention!
There are no words to write today. Just listening to these words and lyrics on repeat. The softness of the music and the words that understand and tell you that it’s okay, you don’t always have to be strong. Listen, and let the music heal. The healing does begin when we let our walls fall,… Continue reading The light meets the dark
2022 has begun, a new year. And all I can think about is Love. I was reading this article on Greater Good Berkeley about imagining best possible life for the new year, and it just struck me how I only ever wanted to feel Love. And nowadays, I keep feeling that love in small doses… Continue reading On Love
Standing in the sun, I feel the heat, slightly burning on the skin. A whisper of the breeze soothes the skin, as if an omen, saying, ‘It’s okay..’ And the voice of Eddie Vedder in my ears, "Swallowed whole in negatives, it's so sad and sickening, feel the air up above, oh, pool of blue… Continue reading Swallowed Whole in Negatives
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places,… Continue reading One Art – Poem by Elizabeth Bishop
I’ve been afraid of fame, for a long time now. Of people knowing my name. I like being in the shadows, I’ve stayed anonymous on the internet and loved it. Today, reading a poem by Hafiz led me to thinking. Where is ‘me’, where is Aditi? It’s just a name, a vehicle to be known… Continue reading Where is ‘me’?
This feverishness, I want to hide. I hate gaining sympathy being in the limelight for something that is going on within me, be it a sickness of the body or of emotions. These hot tears, I want to hide. I don’t feel love, I feel empty. It’s not that I cannot show what I feel,… Continue reading This feverishness
Who knew Love was this simple? Countless poets and writers have written about love, thinkers have thought about what it could be and what it ought to be.. There are breakups and makeups, there are love songs and songs for the broken hearted.. We glorify love, mix it with passion and lust, or try… Continue reading Who knew Love was this simple!
When your heart is empty and mind is full of angst, full of despair, sometimes all you need is to let it out.. To talk and talk all your dark thoughts and feelings, to a friend who listens.. But for that, first you need to reach out to them.. ask for help or… Continue reading Don’t hesitate
I was lost in these alleys of the worldly matters, of people and their behavior, wanting to make it better, wanting to make a difference, when all i ever wanted was to be in Love.. Drenched and lost in Love.. and then a beautiful piece of music knocks on my head, bringing me to my… Continue reading Fluttery and free
https://youtu.be/rQBn90M9ixo Where have you been searching for me, my friend? I am right here.. I am not in a statue, I am not in a holy place; I am not in a silent shrine either, Neither am I in a temple, nor in a mosque.. Neither the Kaaba, nor the Kailash.. Where have you been… Continue reading Where have you been searching?
“A person’s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the detours of art or love or passionate work those one or two images in the presence of which his heart first opened.” ~ Albert Camus I used to be confused about what my purpose was in life. Over the last few years, i’ve… Continue reading What is my purpose?
Why are we this inconsistent? Our minds, our hearts, our focus, even our emotions, waver again and again.. Rumi asks, "Shams, why this inconsistency? That we live within love and yet we run away?" For the last few days, my emotions have been so erratic that yesterday when i read these lines, it made me… Continue reading Why this inconsistency?
But if you could for a time wipe out all the poets and all their poetry from the world, then you would soon discover, by their very absence, where the men of action got their energy from, and who really supplied the life-sap to their harvest-field. It is not those who have plunged deep down… Continue reading What if you could wipe out all the poets and their poetry?
She put her hand in her heart and dragged out the hollow feeling.. holding it between her hands, she felt its emptiness. She wished she could remove and throw it off like a tumor, but there were still many hollow parts in her heart. She still didn’t know what a mother’s unconditional love felt like.… Continue reading Hollowness in the heart
There’s a quiet corner in your heart that’s so pure untouched by those voices in your head untouched by the voices of other people. There you’ll find what you’re looking for, all the answers or perhaps peace and love or even yourself.. Drop everything and go spend time in there.. ~ ~ ~ Featured image:… Continue reading A quiet corner
Translation from the book The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks. My worst habit is I get so tired of winter I become a torture to those I'm with. If you're not here, nothing grows. I lack clarity. My words tangle and knot up. How to cure bad water? Send it back to… Continue reading My worst habit… (Rumi’s poem)
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,And I intend to end up there.. This drunkenness began in some other… Continue reading My soul is from elsewhere – Rumi poem
Thinking too much againgetting tangledin the webs of these thoughts,her head throbbed. She wanted silencenot outside,but in her mind,wanted to silence her thoughts.Maybe straighten them. Music.And Nature.The only 2 things that helped. Listening to few songs on repeat,writing,inarticulate words,feeling the music and the words,imagining falling down down down.. walking on and on and on.. Brighter… Continue reading Silencing the thoughts