MY WORLD

"To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour." - William Blake  F inding the universe in as minute as a grain of sand? It reminds us how in the microcosmos of a single grain there may be an imprint of the entire macro-cosmos. As the ancient hermetic saying goes”As above so below”. Every form has the touch of the universe, an impression of the divine hand. So we need not look outside or far away for the wisdom of the universe, we need only look inside of our self. Manly P. Hall had said, “We are the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves but we are also the atoms of gods that make up the universe”. However, the question is not what was said by whom over the years, but whether these words resonate with you.  There are these rare moments when  it does deeply sync within, that  you feel it in your bones, when it blossoms in your psyche, in your soul.  It becomes your

Inside my mind I dwell , sanctuaries in the middle of nowhere~ for I chose my hiding places too well sometimes deep within the forest, sometimes cozy in my bed, all it takes is one little magic spell~ but everywhere I be, it follows me a lovely companion whom mortals often crave every form has its touch, yet we rarely have the luck when it’s caught, it permeates  and I let it take my form, let it become I let the colors spread, like a canvas tinged with life ahead And no more I may see lingering thoughts of what may be or, memories and queries gathered like dust dancing in the air, haunting me ~

P eace and silence- they were visitors who hadn’t dropped in for a really long time. However, she knew they'd disappear as soon as they came.  And so underneath all this calm, she could sense the chaos building itself once again. She watched the petals fall gracefully on the floor glimmering with the morning dew as the sun rose once again revealing its splendid beauty. Her feeble eyes when beheld such magnificence untouched by the ugliness of reality, it felt like looking at a world far from her reach- warm and comforting, something she was so deprived of. For a moment she looked at her life not as her own, but of some character in a book being read by someone from a distance. Like she was resting in a chair beside the warmth of the fireplace with eyes closed, listening to the voice unravel the tale she was recently pulled out of. Like being transcended suddenly to a higher plane where all her problems disappeared, all the familiar faces became obscure-  nothing of th