Hi! I am Parul. My ancestors are from South Asia, I was born on Turtle Island in Tkaronto, and I currently live on the island of Bali in Indonesia. I use poetry, prose, poetic frames to unravel entanglements of our thoughts, feelings and experiences. Call it an evolving decolonization practice that is liberating the many intelligences our existence contains.☝🏽 I read you this newsletter, or you can read it yourself! 👇🏽
a thought on resistance
resistance of breaking out of a patternof doing something new of holding yourself tenderly it is not unsafe, it is just unfamiliar
beyond the fears calcified within there is wonder a beautiful place beyond the layers of painof desires to escape
breathe deepas I tell you a story of me, and of you
you are of ancient origin a craton of the earth stabilityis your birthrightit is found deep within the crust of the earththe essence of your body
stability is not a stateit is a knowingsurviving cycles of merging and rifting of continents of self
meridians of energy in the bodyholographic to the energy of mother earth like a vast musical instrument we must harmonize the frequencythat is out of tuneout of balance
there is a discomfort perhaps you feel it that unmistakable stain
a subtle anxiety of a new terrain the rawness of disbelief in the happenings around us in the existence and fullness of our reality
the evident gaps in oneself is a mirror of the fracturesin our cities in our systems
in the untethered feeling of separationthe creeping of loneliness piercesour worthiness
oscillating between self acceptance and self resentmentdarling, i know you may be tired
tired of breaking and mending
it may feel endlessi assure you these are simply chapters
know that you are held in love through this journeyfor the love of the sun who will never leave your sideas long as you open your eyesthe love of the earthwhose moist surface is ready to hold all of what you unearth for the love of the moon and starswho reflect the expanding universe
it is but in a place of lossthat we recall the very nature of impermanencethe hidden beauty of luminosity in lossis blindingat times we look away yet the light has come to wash away
the loose layers of selfthe facade of beingthat cracks at this brightness giving space for lightto recede the borders of our armour
this memory is braided into youthis feeling is sunken in and forever you shall walk different
imagine healing oneselfalso heals and holds the other this is not a fallacy
imagine the boldness of your being at full essence orchestrates healingfor the sounds of our thoughtsour dreamhopesdisillusions are the sounds that make all realities
gently rock the feelings of resistance for they want to unravel at your tender touch
the lightest touch gives the greatest gifts and the magic belowit wants to flow
like a river along the mountainside a redwood treeso deeply rooted in thee intertwining yourself like the mycelium of the earth the treasure that we can see the brightness that you can beas magical as we can see
Much love 💙💛💚Parul // @parulbee
