'Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly,
Devils fall beacuse of their gravity'
The form, the formless, and the ones that say 'am distinctly in between' all love to wear the angels hat and fly once in a while to unknown farlands- lands that may hold enchanting beauty, or an emptyness of a thirstless desert....
In my humble quest to thrive in the angels good cheer, I set out to a beautiful river -
A river named after the Goddess that the angels both feared and loved...
I dreamt about the power of her creation- the rain pouring in a pre meditated sequence at intervals that almost seemed perfect, the river gulping all that the Rain God gave, and feeding her children- the crocodiles and the fishes, the sky mirroring the expressions of the Goddess and patiently holding us in a spell - a spell that was both magically colorful and comforting
She would hold us in her arms and we would fall into a sleep - calm and caressing...
and wake up as the children that we are- innocent and cheerful- babbling away about the food that she provided, the woods that sheltered, the birds that sang and the mountains that held our souls in balance...
Balance it was - the balance of the divine, the angel in me and the angel in her and the angel in the them...
The yellow colored 'Iora' zoomed past
Another angel -small but significant
2 comments:
is dat a description of a place or a dream...seems u in a trance...or mayb smitten by some illusion...did an angel carry u thr?? is dat how things look from a rainbow?? is dis whr d sun always smiles...is thr where passion is in every breath?? do butterflies laugh here n flowers sing??
a dream i believe...or reality described like an illusion
Hehehe...Its a description of a place in Karnataka- Kaali jungle resort to b precise..the details in the blog above :)
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