A Soul’s Canvas
Stir my soul
Pain, sorrow, grief
Pierce the fabric
Of my being
I wear a mask
That you cannot
Detect the acne
on my soul’s canvas
Layers of inauthenticity
Shroud my true self
What I am
Lies captive within
Struggling to breathe.
Aastha was the fertile space, which helped me germinate... through the Labs in Harihar, there was quite a churn and struggle to integrate parts of myself I did not want to accept or acknowledge. I had to plough through the dry arid soil my psyche had become…
The process was not easy …
I had to give away my courage and strength
And adopt vulnerability and fear
I had to stop giving and start receiving gracefully
I had to make friends with my smallness
I had to stop seeking and start giving
I had to draw on my own wisdom
I had to throw clarity out of the window
And make peace with confusion and chaos
I had to give up the need for beauty and perfection
And love my inabilities and ugliness
And then I could breathe, I feel, I live...
Process work and Aastha a helped me realise my true potential,
I grew into a tall tree and bore fruit that many savour
Many take rest under my shady form,
some make home with me.
There are many ecosystems alive within me.