Gitanjali *

Very intresting poem.  Keep on writing.

Thank you, Phantom. I appreciate that muchly.

Ooh Ahavati.  Just, wow.  I loved this poem from the first stanza and it felt very much like watching a basket weaver; each piece it’s own and yet under and over, and  together for the greater purpose.  Beautifully rendered emotion that carefully builds until you are left with this weight, realizing the truth of it all.  I absolutely adore this 💜.

Thank you, Luna. I truly appreciate your friendship and support. I love the basket metaphor; it's so like life, isnt' it? All woven together; each strand a necessity to complete the big picture.

Much Love. xo

Hard to tell the feeling here from the original. Carrying the thread beginning to end has to be exhausting but gratifying. Beautiful!🌺🌺🙏

Thank you, Anvillan.

"Who knows a heart but another heart.
Super write, Ahvanti.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

Amen, Kitts. Beautiful comment. xo

Ah my friend...your quill has penned a wonder of words...again. I love the feeling of ancient interconnectedness and interdependence that your poem embraces. Bravo A...bravo!
🙏 Harry

Thank you, my friend. I am so happy that energy was palpable. Much Love to you.

I had just commented on someone else's poem about not forgetting all that we know from our previous lives and inbetween interactions. We just can't  access the information because of the human brain that says, "Nope. Access Denied. Go live the life you are living now. And let me show you all these wonderful things happening at the moment. Smell this, taste that, look at this ..."  
 
The prevailing belief is that the information is stored in the brain, but ... I don't buy it. Neural roadblocks are formed by a lapse in synapse, like washed out roads. Gray matter could decode the bloodlined information with a little rerouting; otherwise it is mostly encrypted data.    
 
But we still sense we know one another regardless, especially if the connection is strong.  
 
I enjoy how you lead the poem off as everyone does in their lives, building up notions we must later scale like border walls to get a better perspective. We build up these narrowly degined identities with all of their attachments, but we do so in order to expand who we are.  
 
"Nothing ever dies: it survives in crawlspaces      
of life, beneath the skin of each birth;"  
 
These lines conjure up for me the idea of housing complexes built from both dark matter and light matter, and the life we are living at the moment is but one apartment we can occupy where the lights are on.  
 
A spectacular emulation overflowing with the essence of Tagore's "Unending Love".  
 
❤📝

That is a very astute and beautiful response. Thank you always for your love and support. ❤📝

Very spiritual and elevating Ahavati. I found myself really pondering on the idea that our lives (or spirits) are connected.
"those immortal red and white messengers      
carrying eternal scrolls of ancestors—" I found that very profound, in the sense that science and spirituality tell us our history.
Wonderful write. I can't wait to dive into this comp.

Thank you, Wally. Those who don't understand the correlation between science and religion understand neither.

Jesus I love this... Bravo my friend. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾✌🏾

Thank you, my friend! Always wonderful to see you pop back in!

Dear A,

Remember that song the ankle bone connected to the shin bone and so on up the bones of the body? This reminded me of that. There is nothing that isn’t related or connected to something else either active or dormant. Sometimes we don’t/won’t see the connections but they’re there.
I very much enjoyed the spiritual aspect of this write. I pondered quite a bit over this. H🌷

Thank you, Honoria. I always appreciate your considerate and thoughtful responses.