art and poem by Deepa Khanna Sobti  Tears rolled down my cheeks When I saw how life had been trying All the time To show me its be...

moon “Luna” by Evelyn De Morgan (1885). May you learn to dwell Below the surface of the days At home with the ebb and flow of Your...

    If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be n...

picture radioarts  A man went for a walk one day. As he walked, he became aware that he was feeling lost and alone. Rather than pu...

There is a grace approaching that we shun as much as death, it is the completion of our birth. It does not come in time, but in timele...

"Tony de Mello used to tell the story of a spiritual seeker who had arrived at a deep and loving union with God. His disciples ...

That I have knelt in temples of winter stars and daffodils; that I have danced through summer gardens and lingered there; that I hav...

No one knew the name of this day; Born quietly from deepest night, It hid its face in light, Demanded nothing for itself, Opened out t...