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 Jul 2023
Grace
the unrooted soul
who knows only wind as home
and land as its cage
 Jul 2023
Grace
we are young dreamers
walking in a wakeless plane
unaware of dawn

until the light breaks
 Jul 2023
Solaces
The artifacts were sent back to myself from a place of memory and rememberence. I could not tell at first that these were artifacts sent to me from myself.  They were everday simple things. The first one was a small compact mirror my mother owned. I use to reflect sunlight with the mirror and follow the beam of light with my eyes as it travelled through space and time.

The second artifact was a red rock I found in our back yard. It had this crimson like color no other rock had in the area it seemed.  I held the rock as I layed in my bed one evening seeing the planet I found.

The final artifact was a circular thick crystal lens. My brother and I found this lens inside an old abandoned house next to my grandmothers house.  When held close to a light you could see the spinning galaxies within this universe.

Earlier versions of myself sent these artifacts to the present to show me in the now that it was possible to see the universe from within. That a planet can be held in a hand. And that light can be captured.
 Jul 2023
Solaces
Entwined in shadow string.
Light of my mind.
For so long now I've been unable to shine.

An old song anew.
Sang cosmic melodies to me.
Verses and choruses and tones to help me see.

The shadow strings begin to give way.
To the always moving forward light contained.
The cloud of all colors begins to rain.

Rays of light gleam on through.
Imaginations can reach their destinations.
To help create new constellations.

The stars shine again for me.
Under the night sky of rediscover.
As my soul begins to recover.
 Jul 2023
OD
I long for sleep
to bring me at the very least
A few hours of
Solace
Silence
A moment To
Slip out of the shackles
The shackles
That is
My mind
Yet
Like anything I seek
It does not return the need
Hunger
Despair
Forever grasping
Eyes closed
Darkness enveloped
Yet there is no solace
Yes
Silence
But the
Crippling kind
A silence that is so heavy within my mind
The weight I can not bear
I’m sick of feeling such hunger and despair
 May 2023
Sarita Aditya Verma

Ephemeral blooms
Wayward clouds mischievous trees
Vernal grass beckons
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