My Eyes Speak to my Soul
They dive into the waves of my Heart!.
My Eyes cry out
Feel your Love & strengths
My Eyes embrace my favorite Tree
They prepare me to honor myself
I listen to the sounds echo
My soul speaks to my Heart
A sacred song
My Eyes speak to my Soul
Author: Meena Dasgupta
GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO PUT FLOWERS UPON THE FEET OF GOD, FIRST FILL YOUR OWN HOUSE WITH THE FRAGRANCE OF LOVE.
GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO LIGHT CANDLES BEFORE THE ALTER OF GOD, FIRST REMOVE THE DARKNESS OF SIN FROM YOUR HEART.
GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO BOW DOWN YOUR HEAD IN PRAYER, FIRST LEARN TO BOW IN HUMILITY BEFORE YOUR FELLOW-MEN.
GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY ON BENDED KNEES, FIRST BEND DOWN TO LIFT SOMEONE WHO IS DOWN TRODDEN.
GO NOT TO THE TEMPLE TO ASK FOR FORGIVENESS FOR YOUR SINS, FIRST FORGIVE FROM YOUR HEART THOSE WHO HAVE SINNED AGAINST YOU.
AUTHOR: RABINDRANATH TAGORE.
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How do I grasp the Flow of life?
I contemplate on this question Time speeds up exponentially
My brush overflows with color
it yearns to hold & embrace,
How was I to know then
I was building my wish list
Brick by Brick
I shudder with pleasure
Waves of emotions flood my being
Feelings tug at me
Sensations penetrate to the depth of my soul
How do I grasp the flow of life?
Movement of thought gives birth to my vibrancy
An excitement that humbles me to the core
These meditative moments of Art
Silence my inner being.
It awakens me!
How do I grasp the flow of life?
The Divine converses with me
Inhale the fragrance
The moment ha arrived
My vulnerabilities are exposed
Tenderness embraces me
How do I grasp the Flow of life?
My canvas bursts into colors
A voice sings
Rhythms connect me to the Divine
I Breathe, I Sigh!
How do I grasp the flow of life?
Author: Meena Dasgupta
Why dig so deep when you can embrace those moments.
Time travels
The Divine Moments
Why keep searching
The Divine knows how much love to shower you with
It watches in silence!
Getting soaked with love is Healing
The Divine Moments
Yes, Eyes full of gratitude
Joining palms is all it takes
The image is complete
The Divine Moments
AUTHOR: MEENA DASGUPTA
" DON'T BE SATISFIED WITH STORIES, HOW THINGS HAVE GONE WITH OTHERS. UNFOLD YOUR OWN MYTH" RUMI.
JALLALUDIN RUMI WAS A PERSIAN POET, AN ISLAMIC DERWISH AND A SUFI MYSTIC. HIS DISCIPLINE ANS WISDOM HAVE CROSSED ALL NATIONAL AND ETHNIC BORDERS EVER SINCE THE 13TH CENTURY.
A DREAM...A MOMENT!
HE WALKS DOWN
THE WINDING HILL PATH
TREES SHADE THE ARRIVAL
EYES SEARCH
LIGHT AND LEAVES DANCE
AND A WAFT OF FRESH AIR CALLS OUT
A DREAM...A MOMENT
COLORFUL SENSATIONS
STROKE THE SKY
A FORCE SNATCHES
THEIR BREATH AWAY
A WAVE OF SHYNESS
PENETRATES HER BEING
A SHELL OF SILENCE HIDES HER!
A DREAM,.. A MOMENT
SAD MOMENTS
AS FEET WALK AWAY
A SEPARATION CLASPED BY HOPE
THE HEAVENS OPEN AND TEARDROPS POUR DOWN DRENCHING HER INNER SILENCE!
A DREAM...A MOMENT
THE GODS WATCH
DECADES HAVE ROLLED AWAY
TIME MAKES A MAGICAL SHIFT!
A CHOSEN MOMENT!
A RETURN WITHOUT PRETENSE
A MIST OF PAST IMAGES FLOAT IN
SIMPLY SOFT & SWEET
THE HEART WHISTLES!
A DREAM ...A MOMENT
AUTHOR: MEENA DASGUPTA
WARM WINDS OF HEAVEN HOLD ME,
I AM IN SEARCH OF MY CHOSEN PARENTS!
MY MAGICAL TIME TRAVEL BEGINS
BELLS CHIME CREATING A MUSICAL TERRAIN!
RAINBOW OF MY SOUL..MY 2 HEARTS
A WONDERMENT OF WHISPERS SURROUND ME
FIERCE WINDS SHIELD ME WITH SOFTNESS
A VISION...LIPS MURMER
SACRED HANDS HAVE SCULPTED ME
NOW I AM CALLED TO DANCE
SUMMONED TO EARTH
JUST WAITING IN LINE TO BE BORN!
RAINBOW OF MY SOUL...MY 2 HEARTS
SWIFT CLOUDS VEIL MY SOUL
A REFLECTION INSIDE A RAINDROP DARTS ACROSS,
CONCEALING ME AS I SWIRL
CREATING A PATTERN
MY HEART BEATS
I AM IN SEARCH OF MY CHOSEN PARENTS
RAINBOW OF MY SOUL...MY 2 HEARTS
THE HORIZON ROARS "PARTITION OF INDIA"
MY SOUL QUIVERS,
THE EARTH SHUDDERS
SENSATIONS OF FEAR & ANGER POLLUTE THE UNIVERSE
HUMANS HAVE LOST THEIR BALANCE
RAINBOW OF MY SOUL ..MY 2 HEARTS
A WORTHY DISTANCE HAS BEEN COVERED
A FORCE OF LIFE UNITES ME WITH MY CHOSEN PARENTS
MY HEART SINGS!
THEIR RHYTHM & LOVE INTERLACING WITH MINE.
A COMPLIMENT OF THE HIGHEST ORDER
RAINBOW OF MY SOUL...MY 2 HEARTS
I AM THEIR BLUEPRINT!
THEIR BLESSINGS EMBRACE ME
I HOLD ON TO THEIR ENERGIES
MY CHOSEN PARENTS!
THE RAINBOW OF MY SOUL...MY 2 HEARTS!
AUTHOR: MEENA DASGUPTA
MEENA'S CHILDHOOD HAD LAYERS OF LOVE & LEARNING FROM HER PARENTS WHO CAME FROM DIFFERENT FAITHS HINDUISM AND ISLAM. YET THEY COMMUNICATED SO EFFECTIVELY AND TRANSFORMED HER iINTO A WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING. THEY COMMUNICATED THROUGH THEIR DAILY ACTIONS(KARMA) WITH LOVE, TOLERANCE & RESPECT.
SHE RECALLS THOSE BEAUTIFUL IMAGES ENGRAINED IN THE CREVICES OF HER BRAIN. IMAGES ABOUT HER LIFE AND SHARES IT WITH YOU AS YOU VISIT HER SITE.
THE STORY IS...EACH MORNING SHE WATCHED HER SERENE AND BEAUTIFUL MOTHER RAFIA KHANNUM HOLDING AN EMPTY BASKET IN HER HAND. MEENA SAW HER WALK TOWARDS THE GARDEN OF OUR HOME AND PLUCK FLOWERS FILLING HER BASKET IN PREPARATION FOR HER FATHER;S DAILY MEDITATION PRACTICE.
MEENA PICTURES HER MOTHER'S MOVEMENTS..PURPOSEFUL AND MINDFUL AS SHE GATHERED AND FILLED THE BASKET. THIS WAS A DAILY RITUAL FOR HER...HER FORM OF MEDITATION WITH LOVE & KINDNESS.
NEXT HER MOTHER WOULD WALK INTO OUR PRAYER ROOM AND PLACE THE BASKET OF FLOWERS AT THE DESIGNATED SPOT. SHE THEN LIGHTED THE ESSENCE STICKS.
MeEENA WATCHED IN WONDERMENT HER MOTHER;S MOVEMENTS FLOWING GRACEFULLY IN SILENCE. THESE MOMENTS FOR MEENA WERE LIKE FRESH DEW DROPS ON THE MORNING LEAVES.
FINALLY, HER MOTHER WOULD SIT AND SAY HER PRAYERS ON HER ISLAMIC "JANAMAZ" RUG !
MEENA FEELS SHE WAS VERY FORTUNATE IN BEING TAUGHT BY HER PARENTS ACTIONS TO RESPECT, APPRECIATE & LOVE THE DIFFERENT NUANCES OF EVERY FAITH AROUND THE WORLD.
MEENA EMBRACED THE PEACE & PURITY OF YOGA & MEDITATION MIRRORING THE LIFESTYLE SHE WAS NURTURED IN.
YOGA & MEDITATION WENT HAND IN HAND IN OUR HOME. MEENA REFLECTS ON HER MEMORIES WATCHING HER MOTHER PRACTICE ASANAS EACH MORNING.
SHE DEFINES HER SUCCESSES TO THE EDUCATION SHE RECEIVED AT HOME. HER PARENTS TAUGHT HER IN A SUBTLE MANNER TO CONNECT WITH A HIGHER LEVEL...GRATITUDE, COMPASSION KINDNESS AND FORGIVENESS.
Silently my baby curls up!
Gently we breathe in rhythm.
Our Love and Friendship grows
He is cradled in the sacred Waters!
Oz Wings of Love!
I relish the Red Apples of Jakarta,
Oz smiles and takes a nap
As I lie bedridden for 4 months,
Oz and I exchange stories!
Oz Wings of Love!
Nine months have bonded us
Our journey begins at last!
It is Love at first sight
I can hear a Choir sing!
Oz Wings of Love!
Threads of Love weave a path
Filled with Hope & Perseverance
Mother & Son walk in rhythm
Oz blossoms into a man
With Wisdom from the Gods!
Oz Wings of Love!
His Love spreads
For Humanity and Equality
Oz and I walk in sync
Our ROOTS have a purpose!
Oz Wings of Love!
Roots that nourish us
Roots that have Healing Sounds
A Purpose for generations to be proud of!
A Purpose that will create a Ripple affect!
Oz Wings of Love!
A mother Prays
To All The Gods..
Shower your Blessings
I call out to my ancestors
Keep Oz, his family & Friends safe and healthy
Oz Wings of Love!
Author: Meena Dasgupta
A Dream.....A MOMENT...
AS HE WALKS DOWN THE WINDING HILL PATH
TREES SHADE THE JUNCTURE
EYES SEARCH AND LEAVES QUIVER
A WAFT OF FRESH AIR CONNECTS THEIR BREATH!
A DREAM, A MOMENT!
COLORFUL SENSATIONS STROKE THE SKY
A FORCE SNATCHES HER BREATH AWAY,
A WAVE OF SHYNESS PENETRATES HER BEING
SHE GASPS FOR AIR
HER SENSES OVERFLOW
SHE SMILES & SILENTLY CRAWLS INTO HER SHELL!
A DREAM, A MOMENT!
A MOMENT...
THERE IS SADNESS IN THE AIR
AS FEET WALK AWAY
A SEPARATION CLASPED WITH HOPE
THE HEAVENS OPEN
AND TEARDROPS POUR DOWN THE COLD SKY!
DRENCHING HER INNER SILENCE!
A DREAM, A MOMENT...
THE GODS WATCH!
DECADES HAVE ROLLED AWAY
TIME NOW MAKES A MAGICAL SHIFT!
A CHOSEN MOMENT!
A RETURN WITHOUT PRETENSE!
A MIST OF PAST IMAGES FLOAT BY
SIMPLY SOFT & SWEET!
WITH A SIGH & A MURMER
THE HEART WHISTLES..
"I WILL NOT LET YOU GO"
A DREAM, A MOMENT!
From the sky to my beating Heart!
The Silhouette of the Moon echoes
Candle Lights weave a fabric
intertwined with Hope & Joy!
Orange leaves puff and blow
Tall Weeds gently sway
Our Lens capture this ballet
Our Orchestra
Our Journey as we move into the "NOW"
Vibrations of a new era
Peace Messengers have arrived!
They signal to us and Lips move in rhythm
Our Eyes acknowledge their arrival
The Arrival of A " UNITED STATES OF AMERICA"
The Horizon Bursts in colors
Dew Drops caress our cheeks
Grandparents & Children rejoice
A collective sigh of relief!
We bow in Gratitude as Lights illuminate the Gateway!
Our journey is blessed
Hope has made its HUMBLE Entrance!
Happy Diwali to all with whom we journey with.
Author: Meena Dasgupta
HAVE YOU EVER STEPPED ACROSS A BROOK BY HOPPING FROM ONE STONE TO THE NEXT? IF YOU HAVE, THEN YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO QUICKLY TRAVEL A DISTANCE BY LEAPING FROM ONE MOMENT TO THE NEXT. MEENA'S PATH WAS ALREADY CARVED BY THE DIVINE. A MAGICAL JOURNEY WAVES THAT DANCED WITH JOY BUT WERE VERY ROUGH AT TIMES. SHE ALWAYS FELT CRADLED BY THE DIVINE AND EACH TIME LANDED SAFELY ON TO HER NEXT STEPPING STONE..
HER CHILDHOOD HAD LAYERS OF DIVERSITY WHICH REFLECT ON WHO SHE IS TODAY!
MEENA HAS VIVID MEMORIES OF HER MOTHER IN THE EARLY HOURS OF THE MORNING, CARRYING AN EMPTY ROUND BASKET AND STEPPING INTO THEIR GARDEN. SHE WOULD RETURN WITH A FULL BASKET OF SEASONAL FLOWERS. AT THESE SACRED MOMENTS MEENA CAPTURED HER MOTHER'S GRACEFUL & DELEBERATE MOVEMENTS. THIS VIBRATION OF SILENCE WAS CAUGHT BY THE MRONING BREEZE WHILE HER MOTHER PLUCKED EACH SACRED FLOWER WITH TENDERNESS. HOW MEENA AS A CHILD IMPRINTED THESE SNAPSHOTS IN HER LENS WITH AN INTENSITY OF HER MOTHER'S FRAGRANCE.
WHILE SHE WATCHED HER MOTHER WITH LOVE AND TENDERNESS, A PRAYER WOULD ESCAPE FROM MEENA'S HEART. SHE KNEW THAT THEIR HEARTS BEATS WERE RHYTHEMICAL. SHE WATCHED IN AWE. FOR A CHILD THAT YOUNG TO WITNESS HOW HER MOTHER RAFIA RESPECTED THE ENERGY OF THE EARTH WAS A SPIRIYTUAL AWAKENING.
HER MOTHER'S DAILY DEVOTION TOWARDS HER FATHER'S MEDITATION PRACTICE WAS A BREATH OF FRESH AIR. HER FATHER'S EYES EMBRACED HER MOTHER WITH LOVE.
THESE WERE MEENA'S DAILY SACRED MORNING FLOW. SHE TREASURED THEM IN THE CREVICES OF HER HEART & BRAIN. SHE LOVED HER FATHER'S SERENE IMAGE.
MEENA HAS VIVID MEMORIES OF HER MOTHER DOING YOGA POSTURES EVERY MORNING. SHE RECALLS THAT HER PARENTS NEVER EXPLAINED IN WORDS WHAT "MEDITATION" & "YOGA" MEANT. IT WAS THEIR ACTIONS THAT PREPARED HER FOR WHAT WAS TO COME INTO HER LIFE.
HER LIFE EMBRACED HER WITH EMOTIONS OF JOY & DEEP SORROW. ALONG HER JOURNEY IN LIFE SHE SEEMED MINDFUL & AWARE. MEENA FEELS THAT IN THOSE SAD & HURTFUL MOMENTS OF HER LIFE, ALL HER GODS WERE WATCHING OVER HER.
MEENA GREW UP WITH A DYNAMIC GRANDMOTHER "THAKURMA". A FORCE THAT TRAVELS WITH HER EVEN TO THIS MOMENT. A COURAGEOUS & STRONG WILLED LADY, WHO EDUCATED ELEVEN CHILDREN ...AND THAT TOO AS A YOUNG WIDOW OF 23.
MEENA'S FAITH IN HER ANCESTORS STANDS STRONG AS A ROCK. SHE FEELS THAT THEY HAVE ALL ALONG SHADOWED HER WITH THEIR GRACE & BLESSINGS.
ONE WONDERFUL DAY, WHEN SHE WAS 7 YEARS YOUNG, AND CHATTING WITH HER FATHER, SHE WAS TOLD THAT THE STRONGEST TOOL IN A HUMAN BEING WAS THE BRAIN, AND THAT NOTHING WAS IMPOSSIBLE. LIFE WAS FULL IF INFINITE POSSIBILITIES. MEENA HAS ALWAYS CARRIED HER FATHER'S WORDS OF WISDOM IN HER HEART.
TIME CERTAINLY HAD SOME SURPRISES FOR MEENA. SHE STEPPED ON SOME ROUGH SHARP EDGED ROCK, WHICH LEFT DEEP WOUNDS IN HER HEART.HER FATHER FELL SERIOUSELY ILL AT AGE 31 YRS. THE FAMILY'S STRONG PILLAR CRUMPLED, AND SHE FELT DEVASTATED & ALONE.
IN THOSE SORROWFUL LONG 8 YEARS OF HIS ILLNESS, HER FATHER'S POWERFUL WORDS VIBRATED IN THE UNIVERSE. THEREAFTER, THOSE WORDS ECHOED FROM THE HEAVENS ABOVE. HE WAS LAID TO REST UNDER A CANOPY OF TREES.
EACH TIME MEENA STUMBLED DOWN IN AGONY, SHE FELT STRONG HANDS PICKING HER BACK UP. EACH FAILURE IN HER LIFE RESTORED HER FAITH AND MADE HER FEAR LESS AND LESS. SHE GOT TO UNDERSTAND & KNOW HERSELF BETTER.
MEENA HAS ALWAYS LOVED SOLITUDE, AS ONLY DURING SILENCE COULD SHE COMMUNICATE WITHIN.FOR HER MEDITATION IS LIKE LISTENING TO THE UNIVERSE.AS TIME PASSED SHE BECAME DISCIPLINED IN THIS PRACTICE . SHE BEGAN TO PRACTICE HEARTFULNESS WITH DISCIPLINE 7 YEARS AGO, AND IN 2021 SHE LEAD THE HEARTFULNESS WEEKLY SATURDAY 9PM PRAYERS VIRTUALLY.
IN 2018 MEENA WENT UNDER THE KNIFE WITH A TRIPLE BYPASS HEART SURGERY KNOWN AS THE (WIDOW MAKER) AT JOHN HOPKIN'S BETHESDA, MARYLAND. AFTER THE SURGERY, A NURSE COMMENTED, .."YOU ARE STILL ON THIS EARTH BECAUSE THE DIVINE HAS A PURPOSE FOR YOU. YOUR WORK ON EARTH IS UNFINISHED" THIS WAS TRUE & SHE SMILED WITH GRATITUDE.
MEENA HAD SINCE A YOUNGA GE CARRIED A DREAM IN HER SOUL...TO BE OF SERVICE TOWARDS THE GLOBAL COMMUNITY. IN 2019 WHEN COVID19 STRUCK THE PLANET EARTH HER DREAM CAME TO BE MANIFESTED.
SHE STARTED TO CONDUCT HER SELF HEALING ZOOM SESSIONS "BREATH & MOVEMENT MEDITATION" AND "VOICE OF THE SACRED HEART" MANTRA MEDITATION. SHE TOOK A LEAP OF FAITH ONTO ANOTHER STONE. FINALLY HER FEET TOUCHED THE MAGICAL STONE..THAT WAS THE MOMENT WHEN HER VISION BECAME CLEAR.
MEENA ALSO STARTED HER JOURNEY WITH DEEPAK CHOPRA'S ONLINE STUDY "MEDITATION, AYURVEDA AND WELL-BEING COACH" CERTIFICATION IN 2021.
NOW, SHE SMILES ..LOOKS BACK AND SEES THOSE SILENT STONES SHE HAD LFT BEHIND NODDING. THESE ARE THOSE DIVINE MOMENTS WHEN SHE FEELS THE DYNAMIC FORCE OF HER GRANDMOTHER "THAKURMA", HER PARENTS & ANCESTORS. THIS IS WHEN SHE FEELS THE SENSATION OF THEIR COLLECTIVE TOUCH ON HER HEART...AND HEARS THEIR WHISPERS SAY GENTLY ..."THIS WAS MEANT TO BE". SPARKS OF STARDUST SURROUND HER AT THIS MOMENT.
HER MESSAGE TO YOU IS...SURROUND YOURSELF WITH THOSE HUMAN BEINGS WHO IMBIBE THE SAME FRAGRANCE OF YOUR HEART AND LET GO OF THOSE WHO DO NOT SERVE YOU ANYMORE.
"IF PEOPLE DON'T MAKE AN EFFORT TO BE IN YOUR LIFE....DON'T TRY SO HARD TO BE IN THEIR'S. IT IS NOT WORTH IT" BUDDHA
HARMONIZE YOUR HEART & BRAIN. EXPLORE HOW TO CREATE THIS HARMONY BY ALLOWING MEENA TO VISIT YOUR HOMES VIRTUALLY VIA HER WEEKLY ZOOM SESSIONS ON AYURVEDIC SELF HEALING! EARTH IS A REFLECTION OF US. IF WE WANT TO HEAL THE EARTH ..LET US BEGIN BY HEALING OURSELF FIRST.