Pure Yuccas on my trails

During our camping trip this weekend, as soon as we entered deeper end of Los Angeles national forest, we saw Yucca blooms everywhere scattered so beautifully it seemed like someone has painted the white petals over the desert mountains.

I stopped by many times to soak in their perfect glimpse but this particular trail was exceptionally divine loaded with the Yuccas growing abundantly on the desert soil.

There was so much roughness in the terrain where I stood under one of the Yuccas, yet their majestic flowers growing tall towards the sun, softened everything instantly. In that tough earth of mostly rocks, they are managing to keep their beauty and strength . Known for transmutation, protection and purification symbolically, I can vouch for each of these things I felt in their presence❤️.

Fortnight Lily

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 🙂

Dreaming of the moon

how is it that I always dream of you

checking in new towns

ready with your skies

to leave for a new one

rushing across the rooms

we plan to meet

in the middle of nowhere

.

how you chase gods and lands, how you rise

and set according to your charts, how you

pick pieces of us that decorate your pages

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and I the only pilgrim of your winding roads

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I follow disappearing scents of your hands

too eager for the deceiving door

my eyes too slow

to catch the mist of you

my eyes too still

to blink past the moon

that never before

came so close to our fading roses

.

how is it that I always dream of you

firmly holding on to your seas

but never holding me tight enough

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Vaishali Paliwal