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Sometimes, Perfection… (#WordlessWednesdays)

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Healing In The Daylight

Initinite Freedom

Your face is daylight,

Learn why don’t you, to flow free?

 

Emotions too big for the body,

Carried across the infinite sea—

 

Snowflake shy,

Your hands caress the breeze.

 

When will healing come,

Is that what you wonder?

 

With your faraway look,

Your voice trailing off into a book…

 

Your spirit is fire,

Feel it. Be it.

 

Be your own healer,

You – who are every infinity!

The Frost Of Lost Memory

The Glowing Cold by Radhika Mukherjee

The Glowing Cold by Radhika Mukherjee

It is the cold spreading,

Leaching away the afternoon glow.

 

In waking dreams,

Certainties shatter, masks slip.

 

And the question of you and me,

Resounds—

 

In metaphor and jagged fragments,

That merge, collide and spin.

 

In the chill, in the alone,

An undulating rhythm builds—

 

The icy embrace of lost memory,

Rocking to its missing beats.

Through The Eternal Ocean

Radiant Ocean

The Radiant Ocean by Radhika Mukherjee

Through tattered sleep,

Through realities you can only make with words,

Through a long lost radiance touched once—

 

There are eternities to ponder

The mysteries.

 

There are aeons left

To ascend.

 

And millennia,

To fly.

 

Creasing-crumbling,

Longing—

Fragmenting—

The rainbow-self sights itself.

 

Soft,

Oh so soft!

Goes the world.

 

Slow,

Oh so slow!

Fall the words.

 

A ballet of blown leaves,

Frost-coated sky,

A flower springs from the hand.

 

In the ocean which leads to the Heart of the World,

All may flounder,

But all must surrender.

Seascapes in Grey and Gold

The infinity of the sea mirroring the infinite sky is the closest we come to freedom sometimes. The sun, makes sparkles and golds come alive. All things fall away and you become pure you…