Hanging from the cliffs edge, clinging not at all. Dangling besmirched by fingertips, one hand only. Craning towards the chasm, wholly unafraid to fall, the cliff and the chasm curiosities,…
A poem by a Vedanta student:
Everything Anew
No need for a proper introduction,
You and I.
Ahead of hello the clouds had already begun to move. How…
I Went A-walking One Fine Day
I went a-walking one fine day And met myself along the way Half of me was shining bright Awash with love and joy and…