| 1 MINUTE READ | A luminescent contemplation (See comment section to read full piece)
Sharing a bewitchingly beautiful piece by a young girl named Ilah. It blends the ordinary with the sublime. Is suffused with an authentic mysticism. Littered with lines that are evocative and inspiring.
I am a mess-maker.
A hobby-hopper. A pull-every-crayon-outer, a faded enthusiast, a leave-behind-a-trail-of-passions-gone-colder. I am an interest-plucker, an endless well of curiosity.
I am light, reflected and magnified, travelling from the cosmos to forest and hillside and to that particular corner of a kitchen somewhere, sometime in the afternoon.
I am perfume that spreads through the air. I am here and there, in this moment and the next and the one before. I am a blade of grass waving to the sky, a raven remembering a face, a raindrop falling on someone’s shoulder. I am scattered, everywhere all at once. I am gone, as short-lived as I am intense. I am an imprint, a scar you can’t forget, a vertiginous sensation you cannot describe, a feeling you will never feel again.
I am a falling star that you forget as soon as the morning comes.
I am…
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Thank you, Ananda, for sharing this incredible piece of writing by llah–so very moving.
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lovely , thank you.
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Very Interesting and touching.
Thank you Anand for sharing.
A very Happy New year to Mom and your wonderful family.
God bless.
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Lovely. Could relate so much…
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This also started with a line and with the right song… became this – https://summaryoflifetimes.blogspot.com/2022/12/a-million-times.html
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This was a very beautiful piece! Thank you so much for sharing it! ❤
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Interesting
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Lovely
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Thanks for this, a most interesting voice! May you be well, my friend.
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Poetry not prose
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Thank you dear Ananda for sharing this awesomely beautiful writing with us 🤗💞 Merry Christmas in advance
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A beautiful ‘I am Poem’! Thank you for sharing, Wishing you a restful and wonderful holiday season, too!
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Very impressively indited comment.
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Lovely verse. Thanks for the share. Happy holidays Anand.
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Very thoughtful New Year wish bringing out past memories of what we are
.Thanks for sharing .
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Excellent writing every time. Keep writing and sharing. Many thanks. Merry Christmas and wish you a very happy and healthy 2023 and all years to come!!!!
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beautiful once again!
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This was lovely. Thanks for sharing. Wish you a very Happy New Year.
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This is so lovely, I read it over and over! Happy New Year to you and your mom and family! 🤍
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You’re certainly giving yourself plenty of space and time to grow spiritually… Omnipresence prevails
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This was a lovely piece of writing, Anand. Thank you for sharing this young girl’s talent. I’ve written to her for a submission to MasticadoresIndia. Her work deserves to be out there. Happy new year to you and your near and dear. I hope you’re well. God bless.
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What would be that girl’s website? I’d like to read more of her work?
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https://youngadultoldsoul.wordpress.com/
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Thanks.
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I’ve read all of your blogs in 2022 in seems. When’s a new one coming out? Thanks for sending the young girl’s website.
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So beautiful Ananda!💕
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Since Ilah has deleted her old blog, I am sharing her entire piece here in the comments section. This is a piece that deserves to be read in full.
It can also be accessed below on her new site
https://apassingthought.com/2022/12/18/who-are-you/
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I am a mess-maker.
A hobby-hopper. A pull-every-crayon-outer, a faded enthusiast, a leave-behind-a-trail-of-passions-gone-colder. I am an interest-plucker, an endless well of curiosity.
I am light, reflected and magnified, travelling from the cosmos to forest and hillside and to that particular corner of a kitchen somewhere, sometime in the afternoon.
I am perfume that spreads through the air. I am here and there, in this moment and the next and the one before. I am a blade of grass waving to the sky, a raven remembering a face, a raindrop falling on someone’s shoulder. I am scattered, everywhere all at once. I am gone, as short-lived as I am intense. I am an imprint, a scar you can’t forget, a vertiginous sensation you cannot describe, a feeling you will never feel again.
I am a falling star that you forget as soon as the morning comes.
I am an old song that clings to your skin, a childhood memory you will remember at a crossroad in your life. I am someone you’ve never met before, but who you’ve known for millennia. I am the last of my kind — a quiet extinction. I am a disappearance no one notices, but which leaves the world changed, silent.
I am a softness you did not know existed. I am a warmth you thought you would not find again. I am the last kite you ever flew; the last time you saw your primary school friends. I am the embrace you never wanted to leave; that one love you kept hidden. I am a calm sea, a deserted beach on a weekday. I am a truth you’ve lost to the years.
I am a morning that comes when you don’t want it to.
I am a dawn after the darkest night.
I am the solemn words of a person of faith. I am a piece of Fate. A common flower that grows on the side of the path you walk everyday. I am the plastic bag flying in the wind. The new poster superimposed on layers of old paper and glue. I am too many sensations, I am nothingness.
I am a chance, a breath.
I am one spark of light, millions of years ago.
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Note: This very conveniently started out as me documenting how much of a mess I can be and then the right song played and it ended up being about something else. As always, sending my warmest thoughts your way!
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