Sailing Through The Clouds (#WordlessWednesdays)

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The Backwards Equation of Chaos

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It ain’t nothing but some galactic mathematical equation being played out,

In backwards time.

Everything is wrong. All told and telling.

Genocide on my plate.

Raw feeling overspilling—

Genocide small and large everywhere.

Eco-terrorists, the lot of us,

“Progressing” by chocking earth and sea in plastic.

Exiled from balance,

From the core feminine.

 

How is this chaos rendering?

Why are we led?

Are we even seen?

Why do we even act?

What can it all possibly lead up to?

Can there really be meaning, at such scale?

Even if there was, would it ring true?

Or, as Terry Pratchett implied—

It’s all a game.

So which side is winning?  

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?

 

 

Welcome The Glow! (#WordlessWednesdays)

The Misty Moon (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Mist N Moon (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Dreaming of Pink…

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A Dream of Pink

Who will notice the light on the flowers,
But for the quiet ones?
Who will think of the green we need,
But for the dreamy ones?

Why then is the world tilted loud?
Why doesn’t love trump fear?

When will the healing come?

The Edges of Hope

 

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There is an edge to hope,

That even when it floats away,

Clings as a shadow of wonder,

To the corners of the spirit.

 

Let it flower within you today,

Let it rise.

 

Smile at hope,

And hope will smile upon you…

 

Who knows what the two of you can do?

That Warm Feeling

The mango tree knows it’s time for spring.

It blooms before we’ve even noticed the warmth. 

The parrot sings exultingly,

Wheeling in celebration. 

Go tell the cold night air,

The summer smell is here! 

This Day, This Time, Is Ours!

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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.

Feathers Speak In Whispers… 

Is that the shape of heartbreak?

Is that an angel that ascended?

Or the whisper of our hidden wings?

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A Profusion of Pink (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Embrace The Brightness (#WordlessWednesdays)

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What Will You Reach For? (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Colours of Hope (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Sometimes, Perfection… (#WordlessWednesdays)

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They Call Me – Incandescent! (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Incandescent (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Nature In Every Corner (#WordlessWednesdays)

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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?

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Oasis In The City #WordlessWednesdays

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Fly, Darling Fly! (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Spread The Love #WordlessWednesdays 

Behind The Curtain… (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Curtain (By Radhika Mukherjee)

Glimmers

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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

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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)

Beckoning Glimmers of Hope (#WordlessWednesdays)

Glimmers of Hope

Glimmers Of Hope (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)