Living on the blurred line between reality and illusion.
Tasting the bitter-sweetness of all things.
Moving from the world of words to no words.
Letting the silence listen and speak.
Pure experience. It’s like this. This is how it is.
All existence in one realm. One love.
Death, the great leveller, swallowing all pride.
‘Forever’ sitting within the fold of Now.
Mystic Love
When I seek peace, he is
The kindly intercessor,
And when I go to war,
The dagger, that is he;
And when I come to meetings,
He is the wine and sweetmeat.
And when I come to gardens,
The fragrance, that is he.
When I go to the mines, deep,
He is the ruby there,
When I delve in the ocean,
The precious pearl is he.
When I come to the desert,
He is the garden there.
When I go to the heaven,
The brilliant star is he…
And when I write a letter
To my beloved friends,
The paper and the inkwell,
The ink, the pen is he.
And when I write a poem
and seek a rhyming word-
the one who spreads the rhymes out
within my thought is he!
– Rumi.
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Dear Sangeeta, congratulations on 1000 days of blogging and thank you for your wisdom, information and inspiration. Sarah xx
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Dear Sarah,
Thank you for honouring Saagar and his memory by sharing this journey with me. I send you lots of love and hope to see you again soon.
Big hug, S. xxx
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Thinking of you, Sangeeta, and see you soon.
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Thanks a lot Chris. Yes. See you soon. xxx
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Thanks Sangeeta for all the guidance you gave me in these 1000 days while you were fighting your loss am sure lot of people learned how to fight this disease….virtual jugs to my virtual friend i wish our paths cross one day and i am able to meet you.
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Thank you Rajee. Lessons come to those who are willing to learn. I wish you luck with your lovely girls. If you ever plan a trip to London, let’s meet up. Love and hugs, S. xxx
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