The Shape Of A Blessing (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Sailing Through The Clouds (#WordlessWednesdays)

Notice The Pretty Patterns (#WordlessWednesdays)

When The Bright Calls (#WordlessWednesdays)

To Walk In Balance, To Walk to Save

Golden Evening

Just a walk in the park in the evening—

The chaos in the mind melts away in the cooler breeze,

Summer flowers layer the air with heavy sweetness,

And the streetlight plays a game of golden shadows with the trees.

 

There are still blessings,

Wherever we may see,

But time, it runs and leaps and bounds away—

Because,

We have to do,

We have to dare,

We have to save the Earth!

 

In 10 years we may not recognize our lands and seas!

What will you do?

 

 

Natural Magic

Green Magic

Green Magic (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Nature still works!
Don’t despair!

It’s March and right on cue, there’s brilliant green everywhere,
The trees have woven beautiful new foliage for themselves.

They know it’s time,
They read the wind and earth and water,
And this is what they say, ‘We will uphold nature, will you?”

Starblood

starblood

Did you know that blood smells of rust?
That our starburst mangled bodies die to awaken?
That in all the liminal space of time—
Truths unfold in ontological puzzlement,
Amazed at their own impertinence?

For what is anything amid infinity?
And where’s the space for infinity in our small is?
The renderings of visions wild,
All these data streams of forever dreams—
Will we ever truly reconfigure?

There is a silent, screaming, streaming smile—
Unfolding.
There is a thunderous rapture building—
Just out of reach.
Walk into the whirlwind—

Ascend!

This Day, This Time, Is Ours!

ascend

Ascend!

From afar I watch a mansion crumble,
I watch the inconceivable take shape,
And somehow, I am strengthened in my self.
Somehow, I feel the essential taut granite in me,
The one that holds up the truth.
Today I know that if there is to be any hope,
We each have to ascend.
Find our power, flex it,
And go heal this earth of ours.

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Colours of Hope (#WordlessWednesdays)

They Call Me – Incandescent! (#WordlessWednesdays)

incandescent

Incandescent (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Nature In Every Corner (#WordlessWednesdays)

urban-nature

Urban Nature (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Let’s Change the Paradigm

Bright Joy

Bright Joy (By Radhika Mukherjee)

We do a great disservice to the world, when we describe it, perceive it, classify it only through an evolutionary paradigm. All around, there are birds flying for the sheet joy of it, looping across the sky; monkeys whooping and playing and taunting dogs; there is a cow and a cat making friends… And the sun, great fiery ball of hydrogen though it may be, is smiling across to us from that unimaginable distance this fine end-of-summer day.

Even in our ‘modern’ ‘scientific’ minds, surely there is some space to expand our perception of this Earth, this Universe, to include love, the play of the spirit and sparkling, connecting joy?

Irrespective of species?

The mind extends beyond the body, it has to. If we can accept wi-fi, why can’t we think of our brains as being able to transmit waves of thought and intention? It’s all the co-mingling of matter and energy and vibrations, isn’t it?

What if the purpose was not to merely ‘evolve’? But to experience? To add? To feel?

What if each life, each rock, each drop of water, was an end in itself?

What if?

Behind The Curtain… (#WordlessWednesdays)

curtain

Curtain (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Glimmers

Bright

The Bright (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Glimmering sunlight liquid in the treetops,
A friendly crystal drizzle.
Missing rainbow.

A huge sigh envelops the world…

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The Cawcus! (#WordlessWednesdays)

The Cawcus

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Morning Glow (#WordlessWednesdays)

Morning Glow

The Hummingbird Haikus

Hummingbird flower

Hummingbird Flowers (By Radhika Mukherjee)

 

We steal hummingbird flowers,

For the Gods.

Wings flutter in question…

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Flowers bend and sway,

Hummingbirds divebomb the other,

Sunshine flutters.

Hope Shrouded In The Distance (#WordlessWednesdays)

Hope Shrouded In The Distance

Hope Shrouded In The Distance (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Embrace The Epic! (#WordlessWednesdays)

Epic! (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Epic! (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Spot The Sleepy Elephant (#WordlessWednesdays)

Sleepy Elephant (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Sleepy Elephant (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Those Gremlin Days Of Art

The Body Of The Root

The Body Of The Root (By Radhika Mukherjee)

What is there within me today, that is deep and dark?

Complex chocolate foamy loam,

Worm dwelling, corporate shelling,

Ruined lives buried in glee?

 

What in me was dark is grey under siege,

In moments of such madness as these,

A poem is a silent angel of futility,

Parading unpretty in the hall of shame…

 

What is this world of melee?

What is proven if anything of fire?

There is but a chink of gold,

In each pearly sunset mound of flesh.

 

What is my glory, my honor?

Through words hot and cold,

I fly in incomprehensible circles,

And make my futile art of—

 

Muzzle

Puzzle,

Dazzle,

Dross…

A Stilled Dynamic (#WordlessWednesdays)

A Stilled Dynamic

A Stilled Dynamic (By Radhika Mukherjee) 

 

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I Want To Be A Lotus! (#WordlessWednesdays)

I Want To Be a Lotus

I Want To Be a Lotus By Radhika Mukherjee

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The Call Of The Sublime

 

The Lighted Dark

The Lighted Dark By Radhika Mukherjee

The gulf between the sublime and me,

Wavers some days,

Then dances away,

Delighting in just the prospect!

 

That long leap—

Hangs in the shadows,

Darker than dark,

Lighter than light!

 

Just the inward smile,

Just the breath-spirit wide,

Just a little crinkle in the heart,

Is all I have to show—

 

That the heart of the world had called to me one day…

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My Brilliant Moony Friend! (#WordlessWednesdays)

Moon1

Moon2

Moon4

Moon5

Ambition’s Dilemma

Moon Rise By Radhika Mukherjee

Moon Rise By Radhika Mukherjee

Come now, it isn’t so bad!

Didn’t we just decide to emerge?

Didn’t we just say, we would reach — high?

Don’t hide now, don’t fade.

It’s our time to shine.

It’s terrifying, yes; what if you get seen?

But darling, how will you see yourself unless you open up?

None of it matters, none of the hurt.

Just call out to the dawn moon,

Dance in starlight,

Trail a little of the ocean on your palm…

All our ashes will whirlwind in rainbows,

And we will be, what we were meant to be:

Ascendant!

The World That Words Betray

Mindscape Cloudscape

Mindscape-Cloudscape (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Words tell you that here, this is the thing,

That circumscribed within me is a something…

 

When you go and look,

You see a too-muchness that cannot possibly be described…

 

So you ask them,

Are you sure you have said the thing?

 

Oh yes, they exclaim,

We are right, we are what is!

 

You stare into your ever-shifting mindscape,

Into the indescribable deep…

 

And know, that words cannot follow you here!

You indulge them though—

 

You tell then,

Yes, you said it true!

 

You are right, you are what is,

Without you, the world could not be seen.

 

Without you,

What is?

 

The Mellifluous Green (#WordlessWednesdays)

Green Melody By Radhika Mukherjee

Green Melody By Radhika Mukherjee

On Lightning Wings

Cloud Wings

Cloud Wings

Suppose the way lay through the air?

Would you with your pink lightning wings,

Go charging across the ocean,

Straight to what you thought was the heart of the world?

 

The tears of cut grass smell so mellifluous!

Everything spills tears today – from me.

 

I imagine you at least, free—

Soaring, with those crackling wings,

Reaching at last that space of my torment;

Of my deepest longing.

Through The Thorns… (#WordlessWednesdays)

Through the Thorns

Through The Thorns…