Awakening

Narissa Allibhai Whimsical Whirlings 3 Comments

Naked and wounded, here I lay sprawled across your bosom. Raw am I, stripped of layer after layer. Mere core remains. My vulnerable soul I offer up to you, Pachamama. It is all I have left. Naked and wounded, here I lay sprawled across your bosom. Death destruction pain heartbreak loss depression poverty murder Theft corruption slavery rape evil disregard …

Dear Janine

Narissa Allibhai Backpacker Diaries, Voices, Whimsical Whirlings 8 Comments

It is the dark of night, and the time has come. I pick up the red candle, berry-flavoured,  full of life and sweetness like you. Upon lighting the candle, we sit down in the universal triangle around it. I take a deep breath, relax my body and mind, and sink into a meditative state. In a flash you appear! It …