Walk the path.
And when you can’t anymore;
Walk another step,
and another.
Growth is uncomfortable
and precious.
And time –
a single grain of sand.
Of all the light there is,
the one we don’t see
is the brightest of all.

Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup

White stars rise and fall
in an instance,
as foamy pillowy waves
crash and recede.
I hear the beating of the ocean’s heart –
steady and constant,
loud and silent.
Each moment slides into the next,
pouring light and wonder
into my throbbing heart.
Like a lover’s kiss
that is slow and intense;
Moving, dancing, praying
through time
as if it were eternal.
And the waves continue playing,
and the heart continues beating.

Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup

I did not know how much pain there was in my heart
until you put a bandage on it.
And white light came streaming through,
just like Rumi said,
before bursting into rainbow colours
and making this soul whole again.
And tears of gratitude fell through the night,
and when the morning came
the sun rose, just as it should
and always does,
colouring the horizon
in all the beauty ever imagined possible.
But for me, this was a dawn like never before
and I walked towards the sun,
willing to let my heart be vulnerable again.

Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup

The path beckons to the distant horizon,
I put one foot in front of the other;
slow and deliberate, mindful and aware.
As if all journeys are pilgrimages.
To go to the next mountain,
or the next country.
Or to go within.
Alive in the knowledge
that each step
takes me further from the known
and into the unknown.
Leaving only traces of footprints behind
to be wiped off by wind and rain.

Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup

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