walk away. let it go. forgive. scream it out from the roof of the tallest building; this city your compassionate savior. write it away until you have no ink left. then find more and write some more. play it jazz and subtle and crimson until the blues quit and leave. chant a morning prayer until the sun comes home. jump. fall. invoke the monsoons with your tears. play ring-around-the-rosie with your friend like you're 5 years old again. dance to feel closer to trees.

this is the truth: that this universe is unfolding as it should. what happens is meant to happen. cyclically, everything comes into and walks out of our lives: seasons, emotions, events, relationships. Simlar to the journey of water in palm is the journey that anything has, which transpires through us. Stop questioning. Be.

emni kore jai jodi din, jakhna.

if the days go on in this way, let them.

i believe in the magic of prayer. i believe in having an open and ongoing dialogue with sky, trees, this nurturing universe. i believe in the healing and restoring power of people, of being around voices, ideas, and laughter. a poem is a prayer. i believe in the magic of prayer through dance, song, poetry, and art.

Ideally i'd like to be Mercutio. This Mercutio.

Claire: "If I told you I loved you, would it make any difference?"
Ray:"If you told me or I believed you?"

- Duplicity

Perhaps my favorite phrase of the hindi language:

Jaane do na yaar.

Let it go, dear friend.

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