Nairobi blooms with Jacaranda upsurge all around. A poem in praise of the rich purple spread around.
THE PURPLE BEAUTY
Nairobi blooms with Jacaranda upsurge all around. A poem in praise of the rich purple spread around.
What is religion and how may we change it to live in a world of new kind of religion away from the genetic or spiritual linkage.
And then what followed was so exciting As they shared their love with the huge trees By hugging them and thanking them For providing shade, food and medicine.
The Mediterranean Sea is a spectaculor attraction. Its vast approach is enchanting.
The Angels of mercy stay within, And take a glimpse of thy shy pain. They wash away all hurt and sin, Encharming with the stupendity
Planting a tree is not just an activity. It is a sacred ceremony of nature. Planting a tree is done with love in the heart. It is an act that is very Divine. Dig the soil out to make that hollow but with an apology to Mother Earth, For you disturb her in her … Continue reading TREE PLANTING
LHSG SPREAD HOLINESS ON HOLI By Monica Gokaldas The Lotus Healing Seva Group celebrated the festival of Holi in its own unique way. It was unique in two ways; it was celebrated by group members who were not necessarily Hindus, hence the festivity was enjoyed equally by ladies of various faiths. It was also … Continue reading LHSG Holi 2015 (A healer’s dairy)
Monica Gokaldas ….. Their faces oh so sad Their eyes oh so lonely Their voices oh so silent Their spirits oh so cold The girls at the TAGS Shook up all emotions The suffering must have Been oh so terrible That silenced them in their youthful playful age The trauma unspoken Speaks through the eyes … Continue reading TAGS (A healer’s dairy)
"Tread carefully, for you tread on my existence, You walk on the path of my sustenance." I hear that little voice in my imagination, of a being of God, his silent creation, and I look down as I am about to step, pacing to and fro, counting each step. It gave me a scare, oh! … Continue reading ONENESS IN LIFE (1)
Tiny crystalline dots of dew, embellish all, not just a few Where do they hide, before their appearance? Where do they go, after disappearance? Do they feel the pains now and ever?