Musings

Quiet Tempest

Raindrops drum and tremble upon the blue glass, Sending the outstretched leaves of your potted plants Into thrumming vibrations, Rhythmically struggling to reach the deluge, As though knocking on wood. Purple clouds paint gold light indigo, paints green stems azure. The liquidized sunshine spatters against your window. - Sun hits the mosaic pane, casts incandescence … Continue reading Quiet Tempest

One

When I was a child Crying on my dadi’s blue cotton sari Bleeding on both my knees, She told me, “Cruelty comes in so many forms.” She said it smiling, While her eyes reached out Far beyond my disheveled Hair and muddy hands, As though she were tugging at melodies And long-healed scars From many … Continue reading One

Soul Stones

Note from the Goddess: While this story is longer than I expected, I had to chronicle the events of Dalr from all those years ago in as much clarity as possible. The value of the soul and its vulnerability are far more than we comprehend, so I hope that you can stay until the end. … Continue reading Soul Stones