Monday, May 15, 2017

Fly my dear friend!

Then, your spirit
Defiant of being boxed
Within your body,
Sprouted wings,
Soared unrestricted.
When to others
Walking was within reach,
Running, in imagination,
You informed
Flying was possible.
Now, O Angel,
Your wings look
You have been

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Distant and near ones

The stars studded galaxies, of this expansive universe,
I look at them and search for my home amongst them.
While my bed is spread in the next room.

Love, lost and found!

At the corner, of the street, in the heart
Of the city, I lost you, and found.
Do you still belong to me!

Sunday, March 19, 2017

My mind!

A string from here, a twig from there
My mind
Like a squirrel's nest.

Pic source @ google images

Witness to our Suffering ...

I am thinking ... she is so much like me, I am on the other side of the table, being the therapist, and still see my reflection in her. She is grieving about roads not travelled, and the thorns in the current one, she rages against the cards given to her by life and hurts herself in the process...

But then I met 4 of them yesterday, and by the end of it all, they merged into a common subjectivity of suffering and their desire to end it all with death. Sometimes our stacked up grief from ages gone by, overflows, a little nudge, a little push and the glass walls holding it together, cracks ...

What I offered them was attention and a witness to their suffering. Something about having this witness is so healing... behind all this relaxing of body, harmonising breath, calming emotions, restructuring thoughts, finding support and discovering meaning... there is presence of a witness consciousness.

I often wish such a luxury for myself too :D