living liminal

reflections by Saraswati Nagpal

it blurs now - the shape and form of dignity. is this what it means to live liminal? i am but a beggar for resonance in a silent, silent world. where are beloved trees that speak my language? i would die a thousand deaths before i forget their gentle shade. Saraswati Nagpal

it is a strange time, with strange feelings. everything is shifting, and all at once. in counter-moves, i am slowing down as best as i can, when i can. a little longer spent dreaming on the pillow, a slow sip of warm pomegranate tea, a lingering on the cool, wet beach, a little more time looking up at the sun.

Saraswati Nagpal, “Morning Grace” in Mandrem, Goa

poetry brings comfort, and this extract from Oormila Vijaykrishnan Prahlad’s poem “Kintsugi grace” is very much the mood of the week…

“Like candy apple—glossy and glazed—
is the ruby surface of my ageing heart,
dawn-lit awe polished to gleam,
clefts from youth filled in gold,
battle cracks lined—survivor veins
of kintsugi grace.”

From “Kintsugi grace” by Oormila Vijaykrishnan Prahlad
(Silver Branch series, Black Bough) 
Full poem at:
https://www.blackboughpoetry.com/oormila-vijayakrishnan-prahlad-july-25

wishing you steadiness and warmth as the days change, and always the comfort of poetry.

until next week,

Saraswati and Jai Michelle