a daylight dream

here I am, free at last from the chains that held me back. writing this post takes me back to the days when I thought 2024 would be sweetly special and liberating. it is a sacred year, I believe. 2023 was a pyramidal year, for sure, in which many foundations were laid upon golden grounds. the bird in me has finally found home. forsooth, 2024 is a year of heartfully receiving the gift of love. by love, I mean sacred, universal, soulful love. that one that emanates from heavenly scapes, a love that makes eyes shimmer and a face emit some kind of ethereal light. I truly pray that 2024 bestows upon my existence a halo so profound. a halo of peacefulness, and the light of being in the in-betweenness of being and doing.  I shall list out my intentions here. I cannot wait to truly reflect upon it with tears in my eyes in a year. I’m sure it won’t be anything less than extraordinarily beautiful and captivating. I intend to be in heartful fearlessness. I’ve lived most of my life in fear of disa

today, I turn twenty-five. there's so much to say about everything that has happened this year and now that I come to reflect, I find that it has been a year of so much build-up, and quite unexpectedly, breakdown. it was tumultuous, tricky and inexplicably transformative in that way. a year of making so many mistakes, failing at most of my endeavours just to know the truest cause. despite its turbulent nature, I am grateful for my twenty-fourth year and what it has taught me, and I am ready to unpack all the lessons in time. I feel that all my twenty-fourth year prepared me for what is to come; to the point where I can make newer intentions based on what I had learned. I feel I've changed, not sure for better or for worse, but some sacrifices had been made. some trade-offs have been encouraged to serve the purpose of wholeness. some dreams are being replaced with more grounded ones, instead of those that are lofty, sky-high and rather mountainously unattainable. energy is being

this summer will be different. I feel it. yet, too, I feel the heartless hostility in me surging. that island of my heart that finds beauty in memories burning down, the past becoming its own forgetful figment, and a whole identity slipping through fingers that held on to it so tightly.   I love the fragrance of novel beginnings. their emptiness this time is opulent with what the phases and seasons have left me with. my chest scented with sweetgrass and wildflowers, consecrated, pressed into a fossil right into my signature. a season of a glorious, captivating love— and it has left me unchanged under its terms, forever. forsooth, this summer stirs with winds of maturity and paths of growth made clearer to envision. this airplane ride used to be as transient as its landing— but this time, its landing yields much more impact, much more tied to its aspiration and motive. and now, my smile coats the entire sky, all in thanks to airplanes that stretched its horizons.. what is there more to

  I demand so much of myself. it may seem daunting, but I always go back to how much I think I am worthy and deeply unworthy at the same time, of all God’s love and blessings. I demand to live up to my potential which is to leave this world infinitely transformed, not because of my own doing, but the power and courage my soul exerts into it. I have glimpsed the infinite in unconditional love, and it has held me accountable to a grand degree. now, I am being trusted to enacting unconditional love onto all the corners of my life. recently, I’ve been challenged into dauntlessly rowing into the stormy seas of broken families and their repercussions. to be truly and honestly in love with all the limits that God imposes on us to be set free.  I demand excellence for myself. I demand to move mountains. I demand to blissfully enjoy the blessings of this world, set free from the angst of attachments. I relentlessly dream till they become a part of me. have I been honest to my dreams? some time

spring journeys and their echoing goodbyes bewitch me as the flame tree blossoms turn into a pale flush. the morning hours are long and supple, befriended by a balmy breeze, fragrant in pink-shower tree blooms and clouds . oh so many clouds. a romantic disposition enshrouds my heart with this kind of picturesque atmosphere.  and now I breathe out— summer . it beams like sunlight through the clouds of this sky. filled with awe and streams of return, I feel like it’s the right time to dream it away in fluttering intentions. I’m grateful for a job that allows me that seasonal advantage. putting aside all my worries and upsetting thoughts, I can be a little child again. despite having lots to do and plan for, it can be done playfully, in between sporadic yet frequent walks midst crowning pines and melodious willows. here are my intentions, one by one.  aliveness: last summer was quite tormenting. an old self died, and the pain of it was too haunting that I could not enjoy all the aliveness

   I sat in the grass and gave thanks to every blade of grass, ‘ I’ll see you ’ reverberating in my heart. That one echo that accompanied our hearts with every gaze between us, my dear heart. My eyes have softened these days. A glimmer of love may arouse them into a lifelong, annihilating sacredness. But they soon know, annihilation only truly becomes with Him. The gift is to experience the fragmented mirrors we are before the oneness of time. The fragment that I am, perhaps I am ready, to return home. A heart has spoken at last— a togetherness with its whole. What does patience mean when a heart can fully surrender receivership? And how do a thousand longings look like when they’re received? It’s the return. The airplane. An invisible string tying home to the truest Home.

It’s August, and it is time to gradually craft intentions for the new academic year. There is still time, around a few weeks left, but visions of curious, sweet faces have been rising to my presence and it feels like the right time to thoughtfully consider them in my heart before it’s time. I eminently believe that as I introduce more and more learners into my landscape, the more the experience matures and deepens into something of divine beauty and meaning. The more I grow, the more my intentions scaffold into selfless virtues and dreams clamber upon ideals of the prayers God has willed to fulfil through my transpersonal existence. I’ve been waiting to meet this batch of learners for a time now. Most of them are my earlier learners’ siblings, and so I know most of their parents and stories have been passed on. I have a feeling that this time, my experience with them will be one of gentle ease, magical transformation and endless waves of joyful curiosity. Here are a few intentions. How

A part of me has tuned into the timelessness of beingness, and so I no longer shed so much attention on aspects like age. Still, as today I turn twenty-four, I am grateful for growing, and experiencing more of the astounding magnificence of where this life is leading us. With every year, God blessed me with a newer perspective and a viewpoint to gaze upon the world with. My twenty-third year has changed me completely, navigated me towards a purpose I never thought I’d encompass with my smallness. My twenty-third year was a year of softness . The softening of the heart with magnificent, glorious love that one breaks into the veils of separation, and being connected to otherness that has no significance in true light. Softness embodies itself in grace, and the whole body follows the heart in its wave-like movement, flowing across the skies of God’s incredible light. As I turn twenty-four, I commit to intentions which purify the heart to accept more of what is of service and what is true