Lit up till the brim,
You wave at me
from up above.

Mesmerised,
I wonder,
Do you call
the dazzling
effulgence
your own?

The mortal I,
clutch on to my
words so tight.

Teach me the art
of being empty
to be full.

Dear,
November Moon.

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Our desires dream us.
Sacred wishes emerging
from life’s wish
to fulfill itself,
calls out to us
in many forms.

A new day, a blank page,
an empty coffee mug;
every bit of life is
an invitation.

Our lives are canvases
upon which
the greatest artist creates
ephemeral paintings. …

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Dear Wise Woman,
Thank you for being there. I feel a tinge of sadness that I had to dim your light. Your forgotten medicine kept simmering seeking flight.
I have searched for you everywhere. In trees and in the ocean, within the verses from the wise ones, in dreamtime and…

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Debasmita Chatterjee

Debasmita Chatterjee

Soulchemist. Scribe In Service to the Divine Feminine. Consciously Evolving. Healing. Embodying Shakti. Sharing Stories, Poems, Wisdom and Dreams.