don't look for me when I go silent, for you may not find me here - where there are only dams and white water, turning wheels for grey homes, closing in on hills they can never climb, my spirit doesn't belong here. don't look for me here; if you remember the silence, you would know where to find me, don't look for me here; come to the forests as the wild spirit you are, not as a tourist with look-out eyes, and then perhaps you will find me, in the fall of le

by Priya Desikan, Certified Facilitator Up until today, I saw letting down my defenses and staying open, as letting in the world.....but this morning, in a moment of epiphany, I felt it so differently in my body....it was a huge moment for me....what came up was this - that letting down my defenses could also happen in another way......when I can feel and connect to the life force and the power of that energy in my core, wanting desperately to flow out into the world....blowi

Sometimes I walk around with a hole in my head; a gaping hole filled with people and stories of lives watched, and digested between the silent walls of my home, where I can touch and feel you with my eyes, that rise from the roots of a silent hearth, where embers still glow through frosted windows, waiting for eyes to peek in, waiting for a heart to walk straight in, waiting for skin to feel skin. By Priya Desikan, Chennai India Writer in Residence -