Love to the moon.

I don't wear a watch
But I watch,
I watch the existence 
Existence of my thoughts, feelings and behavior.


Another sip from my third cup of lemon tea...embracing the change in the weather after days of rough and dry heat..
Weather pays no heed to criticism.

The chirping of the birds towards the dusk and I was struggling with some of the "superlatives " to conclude my another piece and peace of writing.
Nature has always had more force than writing.

Gearing up for the Full moon meditation at 8:00 pm and the sight of Masala paneer on the dining table...both were equally stimulating at that moment for my intellect and spirituallity.

The food for thought yet needed to be digested .The reflexive churning of cliches , zombie like adherence to the word limit and a philosophy to deal with.

New piece of writing, new gel pen ,new journal and soft Hare Krishna mantra by Krishna Das  in the background...all this and watching the  moon..made the entire piece of writing and moon watching complete for me in itself.

Simple ...yet so gentle...is the Full Moon. A single piece of writing..yet so complete.

   Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare Hare ram Hare ram ram ram Hare Hare...
Effortless with the rays amd energy of the moon..

With much spine in the content , as I was reading and writing ✍towards the midnight hour, I prepared the final draft of yet another blog.

The heart beat was producing the best music in the world...yet left me puffing and panting...nevertheless..all thanks doesn't mean  coca cola..

Yes, strengthening and sharing my  conviction...that too contagious with a friend...there is no limit of the nomadic mind.....burning the midnight oil right through the dawn...!

After all every piece of writing if straight from  the ❤ heart.