Mother

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.

~

Vaishali Paliwal

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❤️.

Life and her tiny miracles

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.

Vaishali Paliwal

Sacred reminders

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.

~

Vaishali Paliwal

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

.

and I the only pilgrim of your winding roads

.

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

.

Vaishali Paliwal