Blue Thy Colour Of Spirit!

Blue thy colour of spirit!

Deep as the sky,

Fathomless in thy embrace!

My Soul as Breath of God resides...

Oh! Where Shall I go from here...

Only Thou My Beloved Lord decide!

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These words were spontaneously born through silence between breaths, as letter to myself. When there's a shift in vibration within, creativity spontaneously flows as the blue river, gurgling & singing. The Universe heeds & taps to thy shift & through the breath of Love art as music sings

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My left hand has once again given up, the nerves within get so tight that I'm unable to bend or lift. And I felt let's study the hand & fingers as drawing them was always a challenge for me. I can feel the shift of this creative space, based on instincts. A simple umbrella carrying has tossed the nerves such that even a light touch on my hand leaves me moaning in pain. Yet! I lay as the blue song of Love & leave a letter of hope to not give in

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Let Pain do it's bit, Yet! My Soul shall sing, for silence has been too long, now words just flow from within. Through this chronic pain of autoimmune with Coco as my strength & inspiration; I leave behind some notes for you to ponder upon & think

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The sketch of Coco & Atul cuddling & letting go, to me is a sweet moment of love & somehow it all fell in place as my last self portrait drawn earlier in the sketch book, seems to integrate into that moment of peacefulness .

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Copyright: Meghna/2019