Sometimes it is enough
to touch a blade of grass
and feel it breathe
in the space between the fingers.
I kneel down to pray,
turning inward
to touch that place of silence.
And grace rains on me
from an ever darkening
saffron evening sky.
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
The blue of the endless sky
washes over the mountain side
until the rocks are bathed
in purest sapphire and indigo.
Sugar dust of new snow
dance on the peaks,
faint and slight, white light
that shines through.
Solitude is a blessing
and silence heals,
all past wounds
and the ones yet to come.
Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup
Wandering Ambivert 