Spirituality is a sense of connection to something bigger than ourselves, a search for meaning in life. As such, it is a universal human experience—something that touches us all. People may describe a spiritual experience as sacred or transcendent or merely a deep sense of aliveness and interconnectedness. Some may find that their spiritual life is intricately linked to their association with a church, temple, mosque, or synagogue while others seek meaning through their connections to nature or art or people. For me, spirituality is a conversation with self that leads to awareness of everything.
Love, an experience like no other... Infatuation, exploration, organisation, realisation, separation and emancipation. Stage by stage, we dream, we learn, we crash and burn. And like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, we then do it all over again. And again... and again...
Nature gives abundantly, and our senses allow us to savour this rainbow. Colour is flowing all around us. Magic ingredients mix into a vast array of flavours; the organic landscape of greens and reds and spectacular browns. Stones replace seeds, pixels replace pigments and appetites replace appreciation. Deep within this landscape, we stand and taste the flow.
Beholder of many identities, daughter, wife, sister, breadmaker, mother, lover, labourer and slave, I am all these.
Ambition is as foreign to me as the people I serve. I move unseen, loving unconditionally.
Although apparently bound, I am at peace, content within myself. What is freedom anyway?
Beyond concepts and prejudices, I love my family, my culture and the colours of my world.
I am free. Are you?
Love is the seed, pain is the flower. Awareness the Crown.
The spirit moves her body in shapes and patterns, conveying sacred messages from the Creator. She is lost in this world of movement and posture, drawing us in to get lost too. She has no mind, body or soul; she is a living ghost, a vessel for God.
She is Devadassi.
The Mother, unconditional love and support for her earth baby.
She will go to any lengths in this offering of herself. Her nature is nurture.
While Father watches from afar, accepting, isolated by his very role.
The ancient past, especially the period of classical and other human civilizations before the Middle Ages.
Some travel to shine. Some seek solitude from all that shines.
Some places may dim your light while others will bring you golden moments.
To experience union allow your body to return to its natural state. In the outer movement, discover the INNER MAGIC
Our bodies mirror the universe, organically connected to the Maya Chakras.
The spinning of these wheels shapes who we are and brings together a union of energy and colour.
He runs, young and free, towards the golden city. With every spin, his shadow grows, his true nature lessens in the fading light.
He will grow to leave this moment behind, caught in the heat of the gold rush. Spinning out of control as the sun sets on his innocence.
Seeking council from stone gods, I renounce all responsibility.
To no avail. I can now see that the answer is not in the question but in the one who asks.
I am my own council.
She is known as Durga.
She captured the imagination of the world and we are intrigued by her dominance and power.
We are inspired by her character and fire.
We elevate ourselves in hope to capture her essence, not knowing she’s beyond all desire.
The world is living, breathing art.
There is no such thing as perfection.
It is the flaws that make us human.
Embrace your nature and uncover the texture.
JUST A THOUGHT
The mind, believed, determines our experience of life.
Thinking is just layers, awareness, brush strokes on canvas, composure is the filter and meditation is art...
just a thought.
What he sees, we cannot see.
What we think we see, he cannot see.
For us, he's just a man in a natural space.
But him, he is that space.
She remains my one constant.
My fear is I will lose her and be constantly FEARLESS
The river of life flows strongly through the torn heart of this land and keeps it beating.
To this song we dance, tracing patterns in the red sacred dust.
There is no beginning and no end.
But in the infinite spinning of worlds, beginnings and ends come and go. Blooming and withering. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. And then a new offering... life goes on.
Everything seems to be a brand these days.
From grandmothers with logos, to aunties with profiles, to sisters with followers, to mothers with lifestyles.
What chance does a baby have when it is brand new?
A handful of children can decorate the world with their fire.
Their journey is greeted with love and sympathy.
They perform for us so we can perform for them.
A beautiful opportunity awaits at the end of this rainbow.
It all begins with a source of energy from the stars
It then grows into a living like miracle
Souls gravitate to its power as time surrenders to its darkness
Worshiping a stone that is beyond earth
The wounded ego often presents itself in multiple forms.
These forms are all self made to feed that ego.
Once the ego takes shape, it will consume the forms and transcend.
The observer’s word leaves us wondering what is it he saw, the observer being him, his vision us.
Every family has a bad apple.
This apple seems to naturally love opposing the tree.
Does the apple need to stop loving and restart conforming or do the others need to stop expecting and restart accepting...
Adorn the doorway of your house with welcoming, inviting vibrancy. Let symbols and imagery tell the story of
your open heart. No words are needed, just a peaceful smile. With graceful intent, bring the palms of your hand together and bow your head. You arefully exposed. Bask in complete uncertainty. Remain empty, remain blessed, remain welcoming.
There are worlds within this world where angels and demons co-exist.
They float underneath the surface and survey the land. If you look down into the earth you can see their movements.
If you look up you may just move with them. Either way, it's all just a dance.
The legends say that a large creature with a gentle awareness can remove obstacles that exist in your life.
Surely these obstacles have been so wisely placed to motivate us to become that creature and remove the obstruction of the false self.
Discover the pineal.
Switch on it's power and transform your being. From your actions to your thoughts, to every strand of your experiences.
This point is the root of self-realisation...
we plant the seed, we nurture the soil, we wait
Sender of Life.
The season before last was full of possibility.
The following season brought new possibilities.
This season is impossible to predict because now, everything is possible.
Prepare for the REIGN.
Sometimes the outside does not match the inside.
Sometimes the outside can dominated the way I experience the inside.
I hope to find a balance where the inside become all that is outside.
Sometimes all there is, is the inside.
Souls come in a range of shapes and sizes.
Bodies come in a range of colours and patterns.
Personalities come in a range of textures and symbols.
Faiths come in a range of stories and visuals. Love comes from events and memories.
Life comes in a range of experiences and non-experiences.
Whatever the range... do please...come in
In order to create life, one must get a bit broken first.
Only then one is able to let the beauty pour out and stops being a decorative item on God’s shelf.
As the energy of life manifests, one becomes many and many become the world.
Now we are beyond survival, pleasure and pain are mere options.
Loving you in silence, neverending kiss
Under your gaze I can peacefully exist
Sanctuary, baby, nothing compares to this
In my darkest hour you can be my bliss
There is no dark, only sleeping light
I often have this dream where I float in the shadow of a golden star.
The scent of jasmine decorates each hour whilst sounds of diligence surround the seconds. In this dream, I harbour no thought, have no desire, and serve no purpose.
I am as relevant as the space I occupy and as open as the skies beneath me.
I would ask you to join me, but I can’t, as you are already here.
A starving animal eats, end of all problems, a starving human eats, the beginning of many problems.
There will be a city with streets of gold.
The young so educated they never grow old.
Waiting for that day, a return to the soul.
When God and his creators loose control.
No thing is OK!
He sits under the tree of Wisdom. In his stillness, he created the whole universe.
And yet, the world is being blinded by his shadow
Can you explore the possibility of capacity?
The capacity to survive and dream at will?