my desert beauty
whispers a timeless poem
one that i write now
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Vaishali Paliwal
my desert beauty
whispers a timeless poem
one that i write now
~
Vaishali Paliwal
she sleeps now
flower of Venus
the most delicate
the most gentle
beauty of yin
purest of all
she sleeps now
and even the stars wish
their night had disappeared
so she wakes up
and life everywhere
breathes again
soft.
~
Vaishali Paliwal
Look at Mother,
an infinite and mystical ocean
of all things of beauty and bliss
perfectly aligned,
growing and functioning
in complete harmony with each other,
without any noise, without any chaos,
so quietly, so magnificently
with utmost grace
with utmost divinity,
each of her branches
each of her wild flowers
birthing in her
prospering in her
and eventually merging in her-
one perfected meditation
one sacred flow
the purest union,
she is Mother
she is naturally breathing in me
I am naturally her.
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Vaishali Paliwal
protectors of the forest invite me
from the gates
built of billion year old rocks
with layers of time
we cannot imagine or write of
but with skins I have touched before,
and the shell sounds echo across
this land of mystical pines
always my name
~
Vaishali Paliwal
~I am in search of a new language ~
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© Vaishali Paliwal
Photo by Vaishali Paliwal
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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.
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Vaishali Paliwal
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.
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Vaishali Paliwal
photo ©Vaishali paliwal
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always of the stars i came from
always of the moon who never stopped dreaming of me
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now i sing songs of our divine separation
our cosmic play, our next reunion
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Vaishali Paliwal
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
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Vaishali Paliwal
moving over an unknown language
catching suns, unbuilding shapes
these gypsy fingers
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Vaishali Paliwal