Yogsakhi

🌺 There will come some day!
When you will feel like wanting to be with me forever!
At that moment, do not think anything!
Leave everything and just come to me!

When you arrive to me very late!
Don’t feel worried that I’m not there!
Things are meant to happen like that way!
What is important is Your arrival!
Not my presence when you arrive!

✍️Unknown Author

👣🕊️ The journey began as a name, a story, a claim of me and mine.
Along the way, all ownership fell like autumn leaves.
What remained was neither someone nor no one~

only a presence flowing through all things.

I have tasted but a drop of the divine nectar,
and in its sweetness discovered a longing
for the infinite ocean from which it flow 🌺

Wildflowers 🍁🌿

Bloom wildly on your own path, oh dear wildflower.
Do not trade your freedom for a sheltered cage.

Nature has already held you~
nourishing you through unseen roots,
guiding you through quiet, unwavering light.

The sky was never separate from you~
it has always been showing you the way.
The rain does not forget you.
The earth beneath you knows exactly how to hold you.

You belong to the wind, the storm, the open sky and you belongs to your free soul🕊️
everything you need has always been finding its way back to you.

Just fly, flow and bloom.🌙
Oh my love, Return to what you already are🌈


~Radhe Radhe🌺

Oh, mothers 🌙🌺

The ones who know how to hold space and nurture life.

You carry a divine intelligence *
a quiet wisdom that feels, knows, and guides beyond the mind.
Even when you do not know, you still feel.

Today i pray that every mother and every life-giving soul may find the courage to trust herself,
to soften into her own being,
and to hold space for herself with the same tenderness she offers to the world.

Let us make this world more beautiful by holding space for them too.
Let them breathe freely.
Let them be on their own.
Let them feel their fullness.

Let us not silence them by disconnecting them from their own aliveness.
And let us not forget :
perhaps the deepest wound we create as human beings
is forgetting to honor life in its living, breathing fullness.

Let us be grateful that this Earth is a living canvas,
painted through the love between mothers and their childrenONLY!
There is no other artist. 🌈🌙

~You are the knife I turn within my own soul,
and still, it feels divine to bleed 🩸🔥

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