Knowing your story through my story,
Your suffering through my suffering,
Your joys and abundance filling mine.
A call from my heart to your heart,
Hoping to make my words your words
As you meander in the meadows, you begin to listen to the voices of your plural identities, their dialogue and tune into your pursuit of meaning, happiness and purpose. You will learn to get into the rhythm of vacillating between your identities and their diverging narratives and find the flow to show up with your many gifts.
Meandering in the Meadows
Meandering in the Meadows, you come across a stream
On this side is familiar ground, holding your back
On the other side unknown allure, pulling you along
On this side you know every bird, the land, and the tree
On the other side is adventure, a call to discovery
Staying here is repeating the same, in pursuit of mastery
Going there is a new beginning, in pursuit of artistry
Meandering in the Meadows, you come across a stream
You pause for a moment, looking for a bridge – a connection
You see your own reflection and in it – a conundrum, a choice.
A voice says, “Be bold, choose the stream and neither of the sides!
The stream is the real flow that promises much unfolding,
at the upstream are the summits, bottom of the beginnings
and downstream are many turns and some forks for the failings
Keep going with the flow, and this going will be long
Perhaps there’s a chance – to be the ocean and the song!
@Yash Chitale
In the narrative as a gardener, I care a lot and aspire for perfection. It is my intrinsic nature and has brought me happiness and success in the past. And yet in this transition now, I must be the Sky, embrace all seasons and let them work their magic.
The Careful Gardner
Be the Gardner, the careful keeper
of your fragile inner sanctum.
Prune and prick every failing branch
and cry over every falling leaf.
Fret and fume over this state of despair.
and let it define you…
for now and forever…
An All Encompassing Sky
Be the Sky, seek your true nature
the magnanimous bearer of life,
as it shows any time of the day, any season
Nourish the lows with a rainy cloud
Cherish the highs with a sunny bound
Embrace the weather without care or call
And let it color you red and make you blue
take it all and thrive….be the rainbow you are!
Poetry is like meandering in the meadows with many choices- bridges across streams and hikes to summit and yet joy is in slowing down in inquiry.
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