I believe in the unseen. In the subtle changes of the world, the hidden workings of god in whispers. I believe that at fifteen, I was cursed. From the foot of the Himalayan mountains. We imprint ourselves in the things, the objects, the cloths that cover our bodies, the beautiful ornaments that serve us daily.Continue reading “curse as blessing”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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