I seek God.
Remove the ‘I’. It is an illusion.
Remove ‘seek’. When there is no ‘I’, who is seeking?
When you remove the unnecessary, all that remains is God.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
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I seek God.
Remove the ‘I’. It is an illusion.
Remove ‘seek’. When there is no ‘I’, who is seeking?
When you remove the unnecessary, all that remains is God.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
June
sun drenched
spells of rain
moment by shining moment
no two moments quite alike
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
Grey skies
I walk through
a winding meadow path
finger tips brush
delicate white flowers
swaying in the wind
the first drop of rain
Meeta Ahluwalia
sleepless in
the pre dawn stillness
the song of a cuckoo
breaks the silence
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
Fluttering in the wind
every leaf a prayer flag.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
paths lined with
colourful canopies
the spring wind
leads me home
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
through the mountains
wandering aimlessly
the wind and me
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
Softening of winter—
rustling of leaves,
glittering afternoons,
Sweet February !
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
February sky
a luminous ombré of
blue and apricot
Meeta Ahluwalia
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underneath a canopy of pink blossoms
fresh green grass
dappled with spring sunshine
Meeta Ahluwalia
prayers at dawn
the world comes alive
to the scent of flowers
roused from sleep
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
Mindfulness
silent, distant stars,
the luminous moon
a deep longing
~ Meeta Ahluwalia
In the wake of the shower
swarming dragonflies
gilded by the Sun.
Poised on a rose
a grasshopper.
~ Meeta Ahluwalia