Learning to stop and see- these tiny miracles- this paradise that we are in- the absolute bliss we have a chance to get anytime we want.
From one of my morning walks, I saw this little one immediately holding all my attention. Such beauty in its every thread, it’s delicate stem, and sunlight falling on its divine skin.
As I walk everyday towards this wisdom tree as I like to call it, I see it as holding all the magic of the universe in it- a certain source from where all our beauty origins. I thank it everyday. I say a prayer.
The softness, the freshness, deep green color of every tiny blade of grass leading to this small bloom in the middle of the gardens. I meditate on it. I meditate with it. We swim in our heaven.
Here I lie under the wisdom tree gazing without interruption it’s swaying branches and leaves enjoying the gentle wind. I find my absolute comfort, my serenity and peace, my light under the shade of holy Mother.
Flowers on all my trails, my every journey has been blessed by Mother with such miraculous blooms.
~I am in search of a new language ~
© Vaishali Paliwal
Photo by Vaishali Paliwal
a shadow enters the glass house walking past that moment of letting go. it walks through known old corridors of supposed reality, corridors that keep narrowing down, but eventually open to a blue sky showing itself in full glory inspite of those high walls surrounding it. hands touch blades of grass that are not real reminding of old traumas and lost words. but a nearby fern continues to breathe,veins of it sharp and shining in bright green seas.
life breathes easy, it flows through the branches of mother flawlessly. it is tender and reachable yet wild and unpredictable. it is always leading the shadow, always holding its hands through all constructions whether true or not, through all conflicts whether real or not, shadow that is me now knocking on my lover’s door.
i see from far one tree blooming with a flower on her every leaf. feather like petals of the red blooms flying in summer air falling on the ground very gently, so quietly i feel time has vanished. they have sunlight entering them in corners settled between this world and the other, that reaches my eyes like divine light. and in this surreal moment i learn to surrender. i merge. i am part of her magic now. i stand under the tree ecstatic having found my memory back. i remember these flowers now. they have always made a path to my holy gardens, leading me to my beloved, holding my hands through all waves, always reminding me of the pilgrimage i was born here to take.
photo ©Vaishali paliwal
always of the stars i came from
always of the moon who never stopped dreaming of me
now i sing songs of our divine separation
our cosmic play, our next reunion
City always challenges me. For many years now I have struggled with city life of living out of apartments, waking up to views of concrete jungle, fighting with traffic. Lack of connection with nature frustrates me endlessly. Of course I go to parks and hikes on weekends but not being able to be in nature as much as I would like to, does upset me. Especially having returned from Himalayan life in farms these last few months, being in Los Angeles this time is making it certainly more difficult.
As I continue to work on this challenge, I make it to a point to make it to nearby parks in the mornings. It gets my day going with needed physical exercise and moments to enjoy the green grass, the sunrise, the lovely blooms. Today’s visit was a special one thanks to these group of fortnight lilies that stole my heart. ❤️
As I was about to leave the park, I saw this flock of lovelies and decided to go closer. As I stood there, I saw half of the group had sun shining on them and the other half was under shade. One particular one was dancing gently in the slow wind. I looked at her for a while and thought to myself for the immense beauty and bliss she was giving to me this morning, what could I ever offer her. But then it occurred to me I am giving her my heart and all the love and energy to be full and blooming until she wants.
Standing there I felt the lily and me and a nearby tree, even nearby cars and traffic lights, we were all breathing in harmony. That moment was so serene making me forget for a bit I was standing in one of the busiest parks of one of the busiest cities of the world. My goal is to find more such moments and to eradicate the biases I carry about city life and make myself non dependent on external situations of a city, and find my inner peace. Work in progress 🙂
i have known your song time after time
i know your ecstatic dance
traveler, i know your days in the orchards
i remember your blood moon nights
Celebrating Scorpion full moon with the lovely red blossoms of Thorny Dadap. She is in full bloom on all the trails I have been since I got here. Also called I think Eastern flower, Indian coral tree and sunshine tree❤️.
I had woken up restless and finding a meditative moment just staring at these blooms helped me recover a bit. I picked some of her flowers from the ground and made a tiny mandala for the meditation session.
This moon resurfaces all unresolved issues bringing lot of emotional turmoil, all of which is a necessary exercise. It is pushing us to dive into what needs to be confronted fiercely and then let go. Not an easy one but revolutionary in a way that it pushes for awareness of issues buried for long, and hence rearrange and repurpose towards a higher self. Scorpio’s tough love is here and I am accepting it with open arms, ready for my lessons and new healed energy. #growingpains
Have a happy and prosperous full moon. Love and light 💙
moving over an unknown language
catching suns, unbuilding shapes
these gypsy fingers
hand made love on glass
one distant song sung by a rose
everything connects in this sea