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MEENA DISCOVERS HER INNER SILENCE. SHE LISTENS & WRITES!

MEENA'S EYES SPEAK! AND SHE WRITES HER FEELINGS...

MEENA'S EYES SPEAK! AND SHE WRITES HER FEELINGS...

MEENA'S EYES SPEAK! AND SHE WRITES HER FEELINGS...

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

RABINDRANATH TAGORE SAYS...AND MEENA LISTENS!

MEENA'S EYES SPEAK! AND SHE WRITES HER FEELINGS...

MEENA'S EYES SPEAK! AND SHE WRITES HER FEELINGS...

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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FLOW OF LIFE! MEENA WRITES

MEENA'S EYES SPEAK! AND SHE WRITES HER FEELINGS...

THE DIVINE MOMENTS CRADLES MY SILENCE ! BY MEENA

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

THE DIVINE MOMENTS CRADLES MY SILENCE ! BY MEENA

THE DIVINE MOMENTS CRADLES MY SILENCE ! BY MEENA

THE DIVINE MOMENTS CRADLES MY SILENCE ! BY MEENA

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

ABOUT STORIES. MEENA LISTENS MINDFULLY TO RUMI!

THE DIVINE MOMENTS CRADLES MY SILENCE ! BY MEENA

ABOUT STORIES. MEENA LISTENS MINDFULLY TO RUMI!

" 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.

MEENA WRITES "A DREAM...A MOMENT"

THE DIVINE MOMENTS CRADLES MY SILENCE ! BY MEENA

ABOUT STORIES. MEENA LISTENS MINDFULLY TO RUMI!

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




 

RAINBOW OF MY SOUL.. MY 2 HEARTS...WRITTEN BY MEENA

"LET ME BATHE MY SOUL IN COLORS; LET ME SWALLOW THE SUNSET AND DRINK THE RAINBOW" KHALIL GIBRAN

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

"A WINNER IS A DREAMER WHO NEVER GIVES UP" NELSON MANDELA

MEENA EMBRACES & TRANSFORMS WITH EACH LAYER OF HER LIFE!

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. 


 

HOW PEOPLE TREAT YOU IS THEIR KARMA, HOW YOU REACT IS YOURS!

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. 


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MEENA UNFOLDS HER OWN FEELINGS!

Oz Wings of Love

Moments Mother & Son share!

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



FOR YOU...A DREAM, A MOMENT

WRITTEN BY MEENA

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!

Diwali Lights of Hope

They Make a Humble Entrance!

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



Meena Explores her Uniqueness & Writes !

"Sacred Stones of Her Calling". Meena harnesses the Power of Acceptance & Gratitude

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

"If people don't make an effort to be in your life, don't try to be in their's. It is not worth it"

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.

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