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 pattern
of 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 pain
of desires to escape
breathe deep
as I tell you a story
of me, and of you
you are
of ancient origin
a craton of the earth
stability
is your birthright
it is found deep within
the crust of the earth
the essence of your body
stability is not a state
it is a knowing
surviving cycles of merging and rifting
of continents
of self
meridians of energy in the body
holographic to the energy of mother earth
like a vast musical instrument
we must harmonize the frequency
that is
out of tune
out 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 fractures
in our cities
in our systems
in the untethered feeling of separation
the creeping of loneliness pierces
our worthiness
oscillating between self acceptance
and self resentment
darling, i know
you may be tired
tired of
breaking and mending
it may feel endless
i assure you
these are simply chapters
know that you are held
in love through this journey
for the love of the sun
who will never leave your side
as long as you open your eyes
the love of the earth
whose moist surface
is ready to hold all of what you unearth
for the love of the moon and stars
who reflect the expanding universe
it is
but in a place of loss
that we recall the very nature of impermanence
the hidden beauty
of luminosity in loss
is blinding
at times we look away
yet the light
has come to wash away
the loose layers of self
the facade of being
that cracks at this brightness
giving space for light
to recede the borders of our armour
this memory is braided into you
this feeling is sunken in
and forever you shall walk different
imagine
healing oneself
also heals and holds the other
this
is
not
a fallacy
imagine
the boldness of your being
at full essence
orchestrates healing
for the sounds of our thoughts
our dream
hopes
disillusions
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 below
it wants to flow
like a river
along the mountainside
a redwood tree
so deeply rooted in thee
intertwining yourself
like the mycelium of the earth
the treasure that we can see
the brightness that you can be
as magical as we can see
Much love 💙💛💚
Parul // @parulbee
like turtles hatching 🐢🧘🏽🌈✨