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Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge
‘Money road to happy peaceful life’
My response to ‘bluff”
MOHANJI & me
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On the day of Gurupurnima, simple words of thanks to MOHANJI, the GURU whose consciousness connectivity is itself a journey to fearless living.
Silence only silence all around me
Today I am alone just with me
But I don’t feel bored or lonely
Today I am at peace inside and outside of me
Today I am the journey and destination for me
Today I am the only reason for actions taken by me
Today I am the result of thoughts generated by me
Today I own the responsibility of BEING me
The change may not be absolute or error free
At times I am tempted towards my earlier me
Surrounded by self doubts want to give up on new me
But then silently dispelling darkness within me
Filling pure white light all around me
Comes my GURU , my guide MOHNJI
He is not present enough to touch his feet
Or to feel his hands blessing me
That is the beauty and magic of his personality
HE keeps the lamp of guidance burning for all beings
His consciousness invisible blanket of connectivity
The moment of Silence when even the breath is still
Is the time of awareness of being one with MOHANJI
HIS grace guide us towards the infinity
(me is not ego but the CONSCIOUS)
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# guru,conscious,silence
Perfect in imperfection
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Today I am dedicating my post to all who have courage
to live on their own terms breaking the tethers which hinder their growth
I am perfect in my imperfection,
When the rain cleanse my soul
I enjoy my wet hair plaster around my face,
When the soft sand cling to my feet
I feel grateful for music of the sea shore.
When I laugh my face may wrinkle
But my heart expands in joy,
When tears flow on to my cheeks
I may look like a clown
But why should I hide my hurt,
My love is unconditional and selfless
Then where is the need to prove if ?
When I pen my thoughts
There may be a dot (.) Or a coma (,) missing
But does it really matter to you ?
As I may be imperfect in wording
But I know what I am communicating.
Perfection is a sign of stagnation
Imperfection an opportunity to grow.
Why the suppressive society tethers bind me ?
When I know I have a mind of my own
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Via Daily prompt : Tether
#tether, perfect, imperfect
ĹOVE – A SAIL
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Love caught me unaware,
Embracing me in it’s warmth,
It gave me courage to be a sail,
Soft wind propelling me onwards,
Into the deep sea of emotions,
A dream to reach the horizon,
But then nothing last forever,
Only Tears a rainbow in aftermath
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Via Daily prompt :Sail
#sail, love, rainbow
SOUL’S SEARCH
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Slowly each step leading onwards,
Is it really onwards?
Backwards may seem more justified,
As this path I traveled countless times,
There have been soft roses to tread on,
Then no dearth of thorns too,
There have been more tears,
Laughters far and few,
There have been more sadness ,
Less and less of joy to see,
Despite my intentions not to return,
I come back time and again,
See more and more deterioration,
But then the question remains….
Why am I attracted towards the EARTH?
Like metals toward the MAGNET,
Where as being a Soul I am free and immortal,
With limitless spaces to reside in.
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Daily prompt : Magnet
Precious Moments
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(Anil uncle and massi -our sunshine)
Precious moments in my treasure box,
They are my inspiration and memories too,
They are the reason for my gratitude,
He opened his arms and heart for us,
He is the blessing of the Father above,
He shelters us from storms of life,
He held our hands when tides were rough,
Numerous moments of his love & compassion,
Are Priceless moments of my treasure
I don’t believe in celebrating a particular day, as all days are worth celebrating.
But the Father’s Day is a reminder to us that we lost our father, but someone said that he is not like a father but a father. Thanks Anil Uncle for standing with us in our best and worst times. Walking on the path of life, we have looked up to you for guidance and support, and you have always stood by and for us.
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Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge
In response to the six word story challenge prompt ‘mercy ‘
” His gun powerless
Mother’s pleading won”
A /एक ★ Single Power ★ Part -I
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A drop of water shakes hand with others,
United they give life to the mother Earth,
Forms the springs, the rivers and the ocean,
Evaporates one by one to form the clouds,
Then pour down in the form of rain,
A drop is what farmer’s hopes are pinned upon,
A drop is sigh of relief for those worried face,
It is also the reason for the loss of precious lives
( farmers suicides are the most unfortunate , and can be avoided if the Government and non-governmet agencies can help them in rain-water harvest techniques. it is not just loss for the family but to the world at large)
A drop of tear shakes hand with others,
And flows in a stream from the eyes,
Sometimes as a symbol of gratitude,
Sometimes a joy of reunion,
Sometimes as an expression of grief,
Sometimes flows without any reason,
Just to cleanse the soul.
A seed grows into mighty tree standing tall,
A grass spreads to form carpet of greens,
A seed gives a fruit delicious to eat,
A flower on barren branch gives it a lease of life.
A storm destroys everything in it’s wake,
A careless word breaks strongest bonds,
A loving gesture mends the broken hearts,
Hate is taking away thousands of innocent lives,
“PEACE” is a word which is striving to survive,
A word has the power to change the world,
So please think what you want to say after the “A”
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“Mamma, in the Meantime”: Tony Luciani’s Intimate and Playful Images of His Nonagenarian Mother
It touched my heart so deeply. The pictures does speak thousand words.
Mamma Elia, a ninety-four-year-old great-grandmother, is the subject of “Mamma, in the Meantime” – a series in which she narrates her daily experiences of living with dementia through tableaux vivants directed by her son, Tony Luciani, an Ontario-based artist. Documented over the course of three years, this dialogue between mother and son depicts the passage of years and articulates a profound sense of loss. But it manages to remain funny, even upbeat. A variety of domestic props – from ovens and skateboards to easels and binoculars – come together in shots that exude warmth and evoke affection.
“Together, we have created a collection of images and anecdotes dealing with issues surrounding the loneliness of aging and the mourning of unrealized childhood dreams,” says Tony. “After WWII, when my mother was thirteen, she had an arranged marriage to a twenty-six-year-old stranger. My mother and her husband, Giovanni, eventually emigrated from Italy…
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