tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25966763778698793992024-03-13T00:17:15.540-07:00Magical AdventuresAhoyyy therrre! Welcom'aboard ze ship fer an adventurrre ride'o'magic. If'ye find'yerself resonatin'wit' or'inspired wit'any o'ze thots'expressed 'ere, be'glad to'ear from ye. Might've picked out some'o'yer thots y'know? Makin'ze lovvvely world'ere feel looove for'tself, one cap'n at'a'time, one dreamship at'a'time; that's'ze Thunderbolt's dream. What'be yerrrs'...me wonderrrs..?
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-63284505151604488932021-04-11T09:41:00.004-07:002021-04-11T09:45:59.520-07:00The Lord Provides<p>Saying yes because he was so convincing</p><p>'He must really want this'</p><p>Did you really want this?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Not confronting him for pulling away and growing distant</p><p>'He must be busy with work'</p><p>Did it not affect you and your work?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Ignoring or explaining away unacceptable behavior and words</p><p>'He must be really troubled'</p><p>Did it not trouble you?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Obsessively being there for him always</p><p>'He needs me'</p><p>How about your needs?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Not drawing boundaries or regular rituals for tending to the bond</p><p>'That's how he probably works'</p><p>Does that work for you?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Not speaking up when feeling wronged</p><p>'He just does not know'</p><p>But you know, right?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Always showing up even when hurt</p><p>'It will make him happy'</p><p>Does it make You happy?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Following his every word</p><p>'It will please him'</p><p>Did it please you?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Believing everything he said </p><p>'He knows more than me'</p><p>Even when you knew better?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>Trying to always understand him and seeing things from his eyes</p><p>'He is suffering'</p><p>How about your own?</p><p>What About That?</p><p><br /></p><p>'Yes, you're right</p><p>I'm sorry</p><p>It was my mistake all along</p><p>I abandoned me </p><p>Not you</p><p>I thought I was doing the right thing each time</p><p>But I was leaving my own side all the time</p><p>Not anymore</p><p>I see how my excessive desire to please</p><p>Left us tending to only one while the other languished</p><p>No wonder you never saw me</p><p>Because I kept waiting and hoping for you to see me while not making an effort to show me</p><p>And the wait looks endless</p><p>So now I pause</p><p>And change the story</p><p>One thing at a time</p><p><br /></p><p>Saying yes to only what lights me up and only what I truly want</p><p>Raising concern or sounding an alarm for help when something affects me</p><p>Asserting my boundaries when something unacceptable is said or done</p><p>Tending to my needs and asking for help and helping out with yours when I truly can without abandoning me, not impulsively</p><p>Figuring out what works for me in nurturing the bond and taking steps towards making it a regular ritual</p><p>Speaking up when feeling wronged, showing up tenderly with feelings as they are, without attacking or blaming</p><p>Tending to my wounds and asking for help and showing up with grace not compulsion</p><p>Considering your words and responding with own thoughts in regard instead of blindly following everything said or asked for</p><p>Speaking up when I know better, gently placing my thoughts for consideration</p><p>Taking the time to understand myself and share what I see from my perspective so we can see the whole picture together</p><p><br /></p><p>THE LORD PROVIDES</p><p>Indeed <3</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-492045310170778052019-11-11T02:40:00.000-08:002019-11-11T02:40:12.986-08:00Baul, A Hidden Gem<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So, I saw a friend share a link to a folk song <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nT4XZA-Vls0&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR3InjKy6ot7hYj66dUj2b-CqVcSF4lmebB965ndpZWdKqefaYnfL2Lj0dI">(click to see)</a><br />
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Listening to it, I sure was inspired and it has been a long time a piece of music has touched me at so many different levels. I explored the comments section for some translation of the song because I do not understand Bengali and it seemed to be sung in that language.<br />
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After a good try in googling for the same while in my head I was going--- how come nobody thought of translating this amazing piece--- I shared it with a Bengali speaking friend requesting her to help and waited patiently for her to see and reply.<br />
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And reply she did! With an enthusiasm that sparked further curiosity and love for the piece :) So I’m sharing her words for you to also have a context to the beauty of the Baul, as she especially highlighted!<br />
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<i>Omg! That’s a baul song. Where did you find this?</i><br />
<i>They are wandering mystics of Bengal and their songs have very deep meanings. From body anatomy to physics and spirituality they talk about many things. I will try to decipher the song but I am afraid I don’t have that kind of knowledge. </i>(SO VERY HUMBLE!)<br />
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<i>These are ancient songs...earlier they would go from home to home...and used to sing these songs...using Ektaras (the musical instrument like the guitar)</i><br />
<i>Very soulful and deep songs. Bauls are basically tantrics.</i><br />
<i>They don’t believe in deities much.</i><br />
<i>Nirgun Brahma concept is what they go with more</i><br />
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<i>It’s very advanced, their songs</i><br />
<i>I have heard them live as a kid</i><br />
<i>Now very rarely, they do come</i><br />
<i>They are a part of our culture in Bengal and Assam, Bangladesh and possibly Bihar as well.</i><br />
<i>I read about them in the book Nine Lives, by William Darymple</i><br />
<i>There I got to know they are Tantrics.</i><br />
<i>It’s a very good book.</i><br />
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<i>There is a Baul song which describes different parts of the human body. And this song was composed before Western medicine came along, and the descriptions are very accurate.</i><br />
<i>So it’s kinda amazing, the Indian religious traditions.</i><br />
<i>The West loves them but in their own hotch potch pop version. Most like to perform like artistes and that melody of the past is gone.</i><br />
<i>We have forgotten our own traditions</i><br />
<i>You can read this book Nine Lives. I read it way back in 2005 I think. It talks about 9 religious traditions of India. Jainism, Tantrism, Baul, Buddhism. The author goes to the practitioners and asks them about their lives. It’s pretty amazing.</i><br />
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Next day, I received the meaning to the lyrics from her and here they are for you as well:<br />
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<i>Prophet Mohammad came in Arab, and Krishna came in Mathura.</i><br />
<i>One plays the game of "imaan", the other plays the game of "leela".</i><br />
<i>One reads Quran, the other reads Ved Purana</i><br />
<i>One says Allah, the other says Bhagwaan</i><br />
<i>But both are sons of the same mother, of the same caste</i><br />
<i>And drink the milk of the same mother.</i><br />
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Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-12617246371066166432019-11-02T00:35:00.001-07:002019-11-02T00:35:18.243-07:00Life is Eternal, I am falling short<p dir="ltr">'Life is short'<br>
I tried to cheer myself up <br>
Repeating this oft said phrase<br>
And suddenly I see<br>
How conniving of us to think so</p>
<p dir="ltr">Being a lover of Life<br>
And a self declared keeper of Life<br>
A voice in me rebelled- Life isn't short<br>
It is eternal<br>
It always continues<br>
It is just me who is falling short of it</p>
<p dir="ltr">And thus pause the incessant murmurings <br>
Gnawing at me in my "free" untethered state<br>
As if illuminated and almost scorched<br>
By the simple truth of this revelation<br>
Life is eternal indeed<br>
And I'm simply falling short of it<br>
With each passing moment</p>
<p dir="ltr">An antidote to the burden of assumption<br>
An assumption one easily slips into<br>
With a few tasks undertaken<br>
Thinking oneself to be the carrier<br>
Of this life and the world</p>
<p dir="ltr">How relieving thus<br>
To be reminded otherwise</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-30111270472570412662019-09-03T18:16:00.001-07:002019-09-03T18:17:42.782-07:00Sometimes, all the time!<p dir="ltr">Sometimes you feel you're on your own and you see evidence of being surreptitiously watched out for in ways inconspicuous only for the newly initiated into the ways of the Universe or those ignorant of it, you are ever reminded of the friendly presence quietly smilin by your side~</p>
<p dir="ltr">Sept 4th<br>
Between 5.45 am to 6.30 am<br>
Getting ready to leave for class after a week long gap, <br>
Not wanting to get late but wondering if I am..<br>
Packing my tiffin,<br>
Found a handy bag to hold the leaky vessel as if twas kept there to save the time finding one! </p>
<p dir="ltr">Next,<br>
Walking to the bus stop, and seeing the bus glide by from a distance..<br>
Early hour, wondering if a share auto will be up and ready but nope.<br>
And surprise surprise!<br>
Another bus glides in unbelievably in that early an hour!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Relaxedly, I'm well on my time<br>
And ever thankful to the ever present magic and solidarity of the Universe ✨💖⚡</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-75641854269488907902019-08-15T22:04:00.001-07:002019-08-15T22:04:44.876-07:00Logical Marriage<p dir="ltr">At the airport<br>
Delayed flight<br>
Everyone in a disarray <br>
And some just hanging around<br>
One amongst them is me</p>
<p dir="ltr">A middle aged woman seeks my help to help her open a packet of sweetened supari</p>
<p dir="ltr">I abide</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then I take the liberty of asking her to watch my bag as I go to get my hands on some books to gorge while I have the free time</p>
<p dir="ltr">I return blessed by two</p>
<p dir="ltr">She then takes the liberty of leaving her bags in my care as she goes to get a cup of coffee </p>
<p dir="ltr">And this nameless friendship continues back and forth until the flight gets on track and we are on our way home<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Amidst it all out of curiosity on whether she can trust me I guess</p>
<p dir="ltr">She tries to get to know me- What brought me here and where I come from</p>
<p dir="ltr">Amongst all things I mention I was here to see my future in-laws</p>
<p dir="ltr">And she drops a question many usually ask- love or arranged?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I say kinda both.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">This has troubled me because I don't seem to have a readymade narrative I can pick out from human culture or history to fall back on or something people can readily relate to when it comes to this choice we have made.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Love? </p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that we are head over heels for each other. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that it was the starting point anyway of this pact.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that we are not into it either</p>
<p dir="ltr">And not that we don't think it won't happen.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Arranged?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that we were introduced to each other by family or friends.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that we found each other through some matrimonial website.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that it was the starting point of this pact either.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not that it isn't some kind of arrangement too.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Logical?</p>
<p dir="ltr">The only word I seem satisfied with, which comes closest as of now.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He says you and I would anyway get married to someone so why not each other- I think indeed that makes sense.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He says we can help each other- I think heck yeah!</p>
<p dir="ltr">He says with time things will develop- I think yes, with some due reservation but enough confidence on proximity that makes all things well.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">A logical marriage yes,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Without all the frills, and with all the conscious care to make it work</p>
<p dir="ltr">A logical marriage yes,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Without much drama, but with enough communication and listening to make it sail</p>
<p dir="ltr">A logical marriage yes,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Without the pain of much of external opposition, yet with a constant awareness of any internal discomfort<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Logical marriage</p>
<p dir="ltr">I wish I had thought this up sooner so I could've told Kala so..</p>
<p dir="ltr">But I guess every prompt is a push in the direction of creating new narratives</p>
<p dir="ltr">If not for others,</p>
<p dir="ltr">Then just for widening the horizon of possibilities for oneself~</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-77556203522498419702019-08-04T09:29:00.001-07:002019-08-04T09:29:08.964-07:00शून्य<p dir="ltr">शून्य है शक्ति <br>
शून्य है मस्ति <br>
शून्य में है जीवन का प्रारम्भ <br>
शून्य में है द्वेष और अहंकार का अंत </p>
<p dir="ltr">शून्य से है शुरुआत <br>
शून्य है उजाले से पहले की रात <br>
शून्य में डुबकी जो लगाए, बने रोग रहित <br>
शून्य को प्रणाम कर, आगे बढ़े प्रेम सहित </p>
<p dir="ltr">शून्य है अनिवार्य <br>
शून्य से बने हर कार्य <br>
शून्य से जो भिड़ोगे एक बार <br>
शून्य से हो जायेगा प्यार </p>
<p dir="ltr">शून्य है आज़ादी का ऐलान <br>
शून्य में है छिपा हर इंसान का पैगाम <br>
शून्य के प्रति मत रखो भय <br>
शून्य के बल पर पा लोगे विजय </p>
<p dir="ltr">तो कर लो शून्य से दोस्ती मेरे यार <br>
शून्य के हैं यारों के लिए सदैव खुले द्वार <br><br></p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-71457023207550897502019-07-31T09:32:00.001-07:002019-07-31T09:33:33.069-07:00The Empowered Woman<p dir="ltr"><i>Saw this poem put up in a School, was instantly in love with the spirit held by the words and had to have it on record.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Penned by Sonny Carroll, enjoy!</i></p>
<p dir="ltr">The Empowered Woman, she moves through the world<br>
with a sense of confidence and grace. <br>
Her once reckless spirit now tempered by wisdom. <br>
Quietly, yet firmly, she speaks her truth without doubt or hesitation <br>
and the life she leads is of her own creation. <br>
She now understands what it means to live and let live. <br>
How much to ask for herself and how much to give. <br>
She has a strong, yet generous heart <br>
and the inner beauty she emanates truly sets her apart. <br>
Like the mythical Phoenix, <br>
she has risen from the ashes and soared to a new plane of existence, <br>
unfettered by the things that once posed such resistance. <br>
Her senses now heightened, she sees everything so clearly. <br>
She hears the wind rustling through the trees; <br>
beckoning her to live the dreams she holds so dearly. <br>
She feels the softness of her hands <br>
and muses at the strength that they possess. <br>
Her needs and desires she has learned to express. <br>
She has tasted the bitter and savored the sweet fruits of life, <br>
overcome adversity and pushed past heartache and strife. <br>
And the one thing she never understood, <br>
she now knows to be true, <br>
it all begins and ends with you.</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-30722275282202432882019-07-05T18:50:00.001-07:002019-07-05T18:50:40.485-07:00Let's Tidy this Neat Mess<p dir="ltr">Why are we in such a mess today?</p>
<p dir="ltr">There was a time when we had larger hearts and shared freely.<br>
That was the time when natural resources were not yet appropriated by Civilisation,<br>
When they were nurtured by indigenous communities that freely shared from surplus or even from limited access to resources<br>
Versus Civilisation, that would rather let surplus rot than care for dying brethren if there were no profit of it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We are taught that Civilisation and Development are the measures of growth, but really for how long can we keep believing our self-created kinda old idea? There is only as high or wide even a tree can grow, lest it begins to disrupt the ecosystem.<br>
The very same measures we are taught to see as a scale of achievement are today turning into evil tools of disruption.<br>
The very same outdated and far outgrown formulas for success are now choking us to death even as we continue to dream or celebrate its ephemeral victories.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It is as if Man once dreamt of conquering Nature<br>
And has already won over control of it but remains unsatisfied until it is completely crushed in some outdated vengeance<br>
Not realising that the best and healthiest of "conquerors" are deemed to be those that restrain their force once the "enemy" has succumbed while the vilest of them have always been hated for their indiscriminate surge of complete destruction.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yet, we are taught lies about false bravery and false acts of compassion while the truth within our hearts continues to die a slow death.<br>
How far until we can listen to the ringing bells of doom and steer away from the impending path of destruction?<br>
How far before we can begin to trust our innate conscience and think and work on new ideas and ways of co-existing?<br>
How far do we need to still go before we realise the futile waste of our precious energy, time and resources?<br>
How far are we from reclaiming our humanity from the clutches of our own misinformed stale ventures?<br>
How far until we yearn and learn to breathe freely again?</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-23655022149883217842019-06-30T22:56:00.001-07:002019-06-30T22:56:34.609-07:00To Belong Somewhere<p dir="ltr">She stood waiting for a bus to take her home-<br>
Having failed to get to office with the incessant rains and the delayed trains.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As she waited and saw empty buses parking themselves unintending to move<br>
Her thoughts crawled to her family, especially her mother--Who manages the house with all the chores and moments of quiet anxiety without having any respite--<br>
And suddenly she bursts out crying with remorse- I DON'T BELONG ANYWHERE!</p>
<p dir="ltr">The realisation dawned on her, and her exasperation gathered speed as welling tears in her eyes.<br>
For a moment, she became quiet, without any thought, and closed her eyes-<br>
And she distinctly heard the birds chirping, the wind playing gently on her skin and noticed the light of the sun made mellow by the drizzling clouds as she opened her eyes..<br>
She saw then- I BELONG HERE.<br>
And all her unease and tense emotions made an instant disappearance as her heart rested again in that deep knowing of her true home.</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-13904998478882526812019-06-29T23:19:00.001-07:002019-06-29T23:19:14.056-07:00Heart<p dir="ltr">The way shown by the heart is scaled by the aptitude of the mind.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A mind not anchored by the compass of the heart tends towards actions that may cause waste and harm.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A lot of our remorse arises from the thought of "the way things should be" and we have left no stone unturned for propagating the ideal ways of family, friends, society, self and so on.<br>
But No. <br>
The only way that things can be, <br>
Is through the heart. <br>
Everything else is assumption.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Where there is heart, there is liberation Where there is heart, there is compassion Where there is heart, there is understanding Where there is heart, there is fearlessness Heart is where we connect <br>
Because Heart is where our common core resides.</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-38824768728535938652019-06-19T08:10:00.001-07:002019-07-05T18:51:42.704-07:00Weakness<p dir="ltr">Timeline and scheduling</p>
<p dir="ltr">Delegation</p>
<p dir="ltr">Closing and completion</p>
<p dir="ltr">In essence, Leadership.</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-24954515228234972342019-05-31T22:44:00.001-07:002019-05-31T22:44:48.316-07:00Reborn<p dir="ltr">The last I heard was, someone calling my name.<br>
Though it wasn't addressed to me, and I swiftly slipped into a state of unconsciousness-<br>
Into a light and dizzy dream,<br>
Relieved of all burden of thought.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As I came about--consciousness gently tugging at me--rousing me from a deep sleep of a few moments which felt more like a rebirth after a long sojourn,<br>
The first thing I sensed,<br>
Was the warm touch of your soft palm on my forehead,<br>
Comforting me into a slow slumber.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I struggled to open my eyes and make sense of my surroundings and to know how I got there and what time of day it was-<br>
And I heard your voice--familiar and sweet--cajoling me into a relaxed stupor to rest trustfully in abandon.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yes, it was okay to not worry about where I was or to make sense of everything at once--as long as you were beside me keeping a close watch-- and I calmly drifted into a warm slumber,<br>
Awash in a swell of gratitude.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I awaken fully later--revitalised and reborn--as if with a gift of a new life, a new perspective, and with a renewed vitality and vigour that I had missed for so very long.<br>
So, thank you--Thank you for being with me through this trying period of unease and for making it look so easy by distracting me from its pain by your mere presence, thank you so much (*)<br></p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-41860184777261651892019-05-12T23:58:00.000-07:002019-05-12T23:58:46.609-07:00Kalki<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>Why do I forget?</i></div>
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<i>So that you can remember...</i></div>
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<i>How can I get rid of all these candies flashing in my mind?</i></div>
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<i>Just like this! *snap</i>*</div>
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<i>And all the candies gather in a river and flow through a long and deep dark tunnel, as if carving it in a way....</i></div>
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A woman is in labour and something is pulling at her, upward, strongly. There are orange currents pulling at her and she is resisting with all her might and the tension splits her womb and reveals the child, who is lifted off by another woman whose glint of an eye with a smirk is caught by the dying mother and with mixed emotions of having seen her child, but watching that 'evil' woman take it away, she wails out in loud, unending shrieks until her blood and water mix and seep deep into the ground.</div>
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So very deep do they seep, pushed by her pulsating reverberations that it seemed as if all the creatures in the underground wished to take her call straight into the belly of the earth. Bloodsuckers sucked at it with determination and drilled further deep into the ground until they were air borne in the cavern of the deepest and hottest core of the earth bubbling with angry red lava.</div>
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The force of the blast at the core was so magnificent, that all in its radius above, were blown off into the air by its shockwave and with it flew off also the glint-eyed woman, from whose arm the stolen child flew off to softly land into a pile of hay.</div>
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A benevolently loving woman recovering from the shock, heard the lone child's cry and in pleasant surprise picked it up and showered it with all the pent up love she had held within herself for so long. She looked up in gratitude as if in answer to her fervent prayers, the heavens had at last answered her call.</div>
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Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-48522724184132468372019-04-26T20:56:00.001-07:002019-04-26T20:56:47.453-07:00Change<p dir="ltr">'What do I change, K?'</p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>You don't need to change anything</i>. <i>It happens on its own.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr">'Then what do I do?'</p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Just allow it to happen</i>.</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-71459958509109235752019-04-21T22:31:00.001-07:002019-04-21T22:31:26.644-07:00Universe<p dir="ltr">He spoke the magic word<br>
And broke the spell-<br>
Of inconspicuous isolated existence</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-58350100204041735662019-04-20T00:52:00.001-07:002019-04-20T00:52:11.518-07:00The Only Best Way To Go<p dir="ltr">I can never choose for another.<br>
And I see,<br>
That I never want to nudge another,<br>
In any particular direction.</p>
<p dir="ltr">No matter how much I may see or know, No matter how much one may trust me.<br>
What I can do at most, is prompt-<br>
So one may recognise the nudge of their inner self~</p>
<p dir="ltr">After all,<br>
We all have our paths to walk <br>
And who am I?<br>
To decide<br>
Or push another to do a particular thing<br>
Which may not be in their best interest?</p>
<p dir="ltr">After all,<br>
How am I to ever know?<br>
That,<br>
Which each can best recognise only themselves-<br>
No matter how "advanced" or "holy" or "authorised" or "knowledgeable" another may be?</p>
<p dir="ltr">And who am I,<br>
To claim ownership-<br>
On any damn moment of another's life?And take away their joy,<br>
Of owning their life,<br>
And every moment that forms it?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Unless ofcourse,<br>
We choose to give each their due,<br>
In helping shape our lives,<br>
In gratitude.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yet,<br>
I will never be one<br>
To ever,<br>
Take away that joy from another- <br>
The Joy of Owning One's Own Life :)<br><br><br><br><br><br><br></p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-30756308495498110022019-04-18T04:55:00.001-07:002019-04-18T04:55:13.559-07:00SEGOA 18 April 2019<p dir="ltr">Truest deepest most heartfelt dream:<br>
Autonomy.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Most valued:<br>
Being held in regard, thus holding all other in regard.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Most feared:<br>
Being trampled over, thus ensuring no trampling over anyone.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Most loved:<br>
Being real.</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-35898486892519595752019-04-16T11:45:00.001-07:002019-04-16T11:45:26.687-07:00Film connect<p dir="ltr">A Little Princess on Ram Navami and it has Ramayana elements in it... 14-04-2019</p>
<p dir="ltr">The Hunchback of Notre Dame a few hours before the Cathedral is in news for a fire and the film shows it surrounded by fire... 15-04-2019</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-9734258040154047732019-04-15T20:53:00.001-07:002019-04-15T20:53:28.990-07:00Stand by You<p dir="ltr">I will not patronise you<br>
Nor will I ever feel sorry for you<br>
There really is no need</p>
<p dir="ltr">If there is anything I shall do<br>
It is to stand quietly by your side<br>
When the world steps aside</p>
<p dir="ltr">And when the world steps back in, cheering you on<br>
Expect me not to stay put<br>
Because there will always be others it leaves behind</p>
<p dir="ltr">In this flux of attention and ignorance<br>
I will stay on holding this space<br>
For you to grow beyond all fallacies</p>
<p dir="ltr">Meet me there if you will<br>
For there is where<br>
I shall ever remain<br></p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-60031622758853368222019-04-14T01:06:00.001-07:002019-04-14T01:06:41.270-07:00Just Stop<p dir="ltr">Why do you tear yourself apart,<br>
To hold others together?!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Don't you see?</p>
<p dir="ltr">That when you are torn,<br>
The world is torn;<br>
And when the world is torn,<br>
You are further torn?!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Stop this foolishness, I say<br>
Stop this foolishness...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Reclaim your right to be whole,<br>
Your right to call out every asshole;<br>
And your right to say what is,<br>
Without the burden of carrying its blame.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wake up, I say<br>
Wake up...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Lest you may find yourself left wondering,<br>
Why the world never heals-<br>
Why it remains torn in shreds.</p>
<p dir="ltr">While you fail to ever see,<br>
How you bleed-<br>
When you tear yourself to shreds.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Just stop, I say<br>
Just stop...</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-64291170443058693382019-04-13T03:08:00.000-07:002019-04-13T03:14:51.697-07:00Shifts of Learning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
Dear One,<br />
<br />
I am back again at square zero.<br />
<br />
After having completed a cycle of four years,<br />
And having come across to the other side,<br />
An understanding has arisen:<br />
<br />
That hey!<br />
I have ended up mastering a weakness from my previous cycle after all!<br />
<br />
This realisation came about thanks to the finale yesterday,<br />
Which had many expressing in affirmation what I am only beginning to accept.<br />
<br />
I am saving the following words of testimony received this morning here,<br />
For looking back upon,<br />
When perhaps,<br />
I may have completed a next cycle :)<br />
<br />
<br />
<i>"Hi Reema</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>Good morning</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>SD here</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>A's mother</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I really appreciate your hard work! :)</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I'm very impressed by your communication skills</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>I could see (sic) as a leader somewhere someday</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>:)</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>More power to you!"</i><br />
<br />
<br />
These words stand crucial for more reasons than one.<br />
As if inspired by the Universe.<br />
<br />
Let me also tell you,<br />
That my communication with parents of my lovely students,<br />
Has always been limited to the professional sphere.<br />
And here,<br />
She has gone out of her way to write these precious words on a personal note.<br />
Thank you (*)<br />
<br />
Universe all the way~<br />
<br />
To give you a better insight into what I am arriving at,<br />
Communication is precisely the skill that I had found myself lacking in thoroughly, in my previous cycle of work<br />
And when I read these words as they came upon completion of my current cycle;<br />
Alongwith the next set of words that follow,<br />
I cannot help but wonder:<br />
Didn't I think of leadership as my weakness in this cycle? <br />
Wasn't this also the reason that had me decide to close this cycle?<br />
Because I didn't find myself up for taking on the new role of leadership that I was naturally expected to play?<br />
<br />
I wonder...<br />
<br />
So yes,<br />
I look forward in curiosity,<br />
To discover what's in store for me ahead~<br />
Clues are being shared in plenty,<br />
From different directions-<br />
And they are working to prepare me for the next adventure :D<br />
<br />
All I want to say is,<br />
<br />
Thank you (*)<br />
<br />
And<br />
<br />
BRING IT ON!!!<br />
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Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-12304936969965218652019-04-02T11:17:00.001-07:002019-04-02T11:17:14.951-07:00The Unseen<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
'What's been making you so angry<br />
My army of trees and I will come and beat them up'<br />
<br />
Could it have been anyone other than le trusty friend, who could've instantly made ze feel better with such magical words as these? NO. Abso-remote-ly not!<br />
<br />
I realise also,<br />
How much I have truly missed her and the absolutely fantastical world she has the natural ability to weave into daily moments of living..<br />
<br />
And I realise also,<br />
How I have ended up being surrounded by beings that lack imagination (or the mere expression of it) although they may have sharp minds and maybe a little heart.<br />
<br />
I don't mean to judge,<br />
But I never thought it would impact me as much;<br />
Until I realise,<br />
How I have been feeling shitty most of the time<br />
Because if I am about anything at all,<br />
It is the unseen.<br />
<br />
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Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-37679660593376917562019-01-09T18:55:00.001-08:002019-01-09T18:55:29.539-08:00In essence<p dir="ltr">What do you see when you greet an individual?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Is it their appearance?<br>
Is it their profession?<br>
Is it their money?<br>
Is it their hard earned labels?<br>
Is it their circle of people?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Or.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Is it their heart?<br>
Is it their work?<br>
Is it their effort?<br>
Is it their hard earned integrity?<br>
Is it their passion?</p>
<p dir="ltr">A tiny bit different on either sides of the Or.<br>
A tiny difference of a matter of measure.<br>
On one hand, something tangible and largely defined, manufactured, heavily impressed upon our minds through rampant publicising and thus after all assumed and accepted;<br>
On the other hand, something intangible and difficult to define or manufacture or even publicise because what could you make out of it in its diversity and unseen presence and thus after all overlooked and avoided?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Yet.<br>
Deep down we know.<br>
And we yearn.<br>
With a little bit of courage each time,<br>
We may overcome the deluge of should-bes and effortlessly see what naturally is,<br>
And what matters<br>
In essence.</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-53876701128216170672018-12-25T23:07:00.001-08:002018-12-25T23:07:41.717-08:00When I escape<p dir="ltr">Knots in the throat<br>
At the point of overwhelm<br>
And when I should be crying out<br>
I am programmed to go quiet</p>
<p dir="ltr">Being vocal about my feelings and needs<br>
Is not something that is easy for me<br>
Let alone realising it internally for myself...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Krishna<br>
I rely on him to show me the mirror<br>
When I evade seeing my own truth<br>
Krishna<br>
The one who makes it easy<br>
For me to face the crux of matters<br>
And thus be released from their choking grip<br>
Krishna<br>
The one I believe sees without needing to be shown<br>
The one who listens without needing to be told <br>
The one who shows up without me even knowing I wanted somebody to...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Oh how then can I seek this in a person<br>
When I myself am unable to be so<br>
What then do I seek from a person<br>
When I wish to connect with them<br>
Who then may I be<br>
When I choose to be with another<br>
Why then do I yearn to be with<br>
When I know its improbabilities<br>
Where then do I draw the line<br>
When I seek to know another<br>
When then do I stop<br>
When I come upon a block...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Questions<br>
With no readymade answers<br>
And this is why I gotta live them<br>
That I may know<br>
And perhaps discover a world real<br>
Beyond the limits of my imagination...</p>
Reema Thunderbolthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02240496579015163732noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596676377869879399.post-64067993552396379922018-12-16T02:26:00.000-08:002018-12-16T03:51:31.038-08:00Not my Load<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
'Ah that was quite rude!<br />
'She shouldn't have spoken that way..<br />
'He could've said the same thing so much more politely..<br />
'I wonder how her words impacted them..<br />
'Can he not be more considerate in choosing his words?<br />
'I wonder how I can communicate this..<br />
'I wonder if I could've done something to avoid this...<br />
'I wonder if she can take it..<br />
'I wonder if he will understand..<br />
'I wonder if...<br />
'I wonder..<br />
'I.<br />
<br />
Not my Load.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Such is the state of unsolicited absorbing thoughts which tend to have a grip on me at times and graduate to choke my space with things beyond my control; except until very recently (day before yesterday) when I became aware of this and three words rang loud and clear: NOT MY LOAD.<br />
<br />
This came as a natural consequence of giving the Universe a tiny thought: 'Could you take care of this?' And there arose a deep knowing: 'HECK YEAH!'<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
When I see another behave irrationally or rudely or irresponsibly, I tend to get into an intense thought process of how it could have been better or how I may communicate the unfair behavior to the person in question, only to then feel heavy about it all.<br />
<br />
Who am I?<br />
With my limited reach, what do I expect to be able to do except only worrying and wasting precious energy over an otherwise non-issue?<br />
<br />
Not my Load.<br />
The Universe is there for all of that, so I softly let the heaviness slide off of me into the care of the Universe.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
This episode with a sweeping sense of relief, shattered my slippery sense of control over events that arise out of others' actions and the slippery sense of control I try to exert in trying hard to soften assumed consequences. Not my Load.<br />
<br />
Three words, that make me instantly drop such draining series of thoughts and realise that the Universe (sum of all of us) has a capacity far greater, far clearer and far far more benevolent than I could ever imagine to achieve so I might as well relax and drop all such proud tomfoolery and learn to let every person carry their own load, a load which they may or may not notice, a load that I may only be conjuring up and as such every load that I may trust the Universe to take care of in any case. Because Universe has its ways to distribute the load and exert it in places where in actuality it can cause reform exactly when it is meant to.<br />
<br />
Thank you.<br />
<br />
So every time that we may find ourselves getting caught up in a stream of thoughts beyond our purview, remember to say: Not my Load, and pour them smilingly into the Universe's care :)<br />
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