Second Chance A door left ajar invites me back: not to erase the past, but to learn its weight. Offering myself mercy, I start a revolution. The soft promise of tomorrow opening my heart. #micropoetry

The crowd decorated me with hot pink and lime green, bursts of color flung through their laughter as the music pounded and the masses thrummed in pulsing rhythm. The clear blue sky held space perfectly still like Shiva while Shakti did Her outrageous Holi dance. #micropoetry #Holi

Before thought, before words: boiling water. The grounds dance, beginning the sacred ritual. Slowly awakening I go inside and loose this crazy mind. Coffee and cream turns into gratitude, prayer, and surrender. I disappear; the wilderness takes over. #coffee #meditation #micropoetry #camping

My daughter squints through her hair in the company of Mary, sharing the shade. Wild child, she has my heart forever. The ancient icon pulls a net of light across time. As from a star, a bounty of light has reached me. #micropoetry #daughter #Mary #goddess

In every tear you’ve shed, every sleepless night, She has been there—watching through your eyes, holding the center when no one else could. You are not alone. The Mother of All walks with you. Not as legend, but as pulse: steady, warm, alive in your heart. #micropoetry #Shakti #tantra

She is not hiding from this world, but in the difficult & uncomfortable, the anxious & worrisome, ready in this moment to unlock Grace. The time to open this precious treasure is now. She will provide the Key you are looking for when you take refuge in your integrity. #micropoetry #goddess

Who talks of the Goddess now? She is such an Old Way. Yet Her Path has been smoothed by the feet of legions of earnest seekers, flowing through history like rivers of fire. In Her, new Life still springs and dances like the fire atop a volcano. #micropoetry #goddess

Dragged by the weight of mood and murk, I forget the thread. But, it never leaves. The ache, the anger, the gray fog: each one a gate, each one an opportunity for balance. Even in disconnection, I am held. The Source does not abandon Itself. #micropoetry

Shakti flows within, radiant, unwavering, and perceiving all. Truth hums in our marrow; each gesture sending ripples through the seams of life. In the fire of each challenge, Her hand within our own: steady, fierce, comforting. You are never alone. She breathes through us, as us. #micropoetry

You are the Goddess; not a wave in Her ocean, but the Sea Itself. She comes to know Herself through the Tiny Details of Your Life. Every Breath You take is Hers. Every glance is filled with the Joy of Recognition. Do not bow. Rise. This One Life is Grace Itself, just as It Is. #micropoetry

I move through the waves and storm, With a light smile that floats in norms, Yet deep within a door swings wide thru care. I walk with stars visible only to my stare. Most don’t see the light around, but truly in silence it abounds. #micropoetry

I’ve started a pack, a poetic seed, Micro poems, short to read. 300 characters or less, A tiny world in lines compressed. Bring new poems alive, feed the buzz, and join the hive… DM me! go.bsky.app/3cNsebk

Steam rises— a soft lift for the day ahead. The first sip bites, then melts, dark and grounding. Growing thunder rolling through sleep last night. Bitterness leans into comfort. Half-awake, i am in love with this dissolving dream. #micropoetry

Light spills across stone, a silent bloom of time. Wind traces the edge of a leaf, and in stillness, the world unfolds its unseen grace. #micropoetry

Life slips by— emails, errands, noise. The sacred hides in plain sight, while we rush past breath, sunlight, the quiet pulse that means we’re still here. #micropoetry

soft breeze stirring fur, two daffodils nod, golden and new. Spring does one of its first hellos, the world, for a moment, is a smile on a dog. #micropoetry #dogs #blueskypoetry #blueskydogs

woven through wind, soil, and sky, threads of motion, longing, and light: it is a dog perched on a street corner panting in the heat watching a boy eat fabric of awareness catching up with itself over and over again like a doily only reaching forward without self consciousness #micropoetry

I am the leaf, falling, disintegrating, onto the ready and waiting earth. I am the wind, carrying whispers of all that was. A breath, bound in an entire lifetime. In the depths of my pulse is a secret to be found: the silent core pressing infinity to the surface. #micropoetry #writing-prompt

Just as the quantum field underlies all potential forms and realities in physics, Shiva can be seen as the underlying field of pure potentiality from which existence, Shakti, emerges. #tantra #kashmirshaivism #shiva #shakti

A micro poem, a pinprick in the vast dark, where the universe folds in, where words become atoms dense, quiet, burning. It is the gravity of a breath, the weight of a glance, a ripple in the stillness, holding infinity in the pause between beats. #poetry #writing-prompt #micropoetry

In the boundless ocean of night, stars emerge, explosive architects of infinite worlds. Within our thoughts extend the cosmic dance, crafting realms from the dust of dreams. The celestial fountain knows no end. #writing-prompt #micropoetry #blueskypoets

In tight spaces, Words press like seeds, A garden in a breath. Small sparks, Lightning in a jar, Stories folded in whispers. A world held, Not by what is said, But by what is left to bloom In the quiet between. #micropoetry #blueskypoetry

A single wave, the endless sea. A fleeting self, eternity. Both name and nameless, bound yet free. A drop that falls, yet cannot leave. The One in me, the me in Thee. #poems #poetry #poet #poetsofbluesky #skypoets #blueskypoetry #bskypoets #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity

Stillness calls, a silent guide, where self and world no more divide. The ocean moves, yet stays the same, waves arise, but none remain. I act with love, yet hold no claim, a candle’s flame, yet not the flame. The world unfolds, I play my part, free from grasp, yet full of heart.

I follow a spiritual path rooted in seeing the sacred in everything and everyone. It’s a way of understanding that there’s no separation between the divine and the world around us. I honor the creative power of life, love, and consciousness itself. #shaktism

#Shakti #CosmicCreation #DivineFeminine #Goddess #UniversalMother #SourceOfLife

In stillness, You arise, Light that fills my yearning eyes. Each of my steps is a prayer. Boundless love fills my heart, You are the day, You are the night. I surrender and allow Your love to take me over. #devotion #bhakti

Bhakti is the virtuous cycle of devotion, the attraction between the soul and the divine, each the other’s object of love and each fully alive in the other.

Through my Sadhana may all beings in all worlds be free and happy. Through my Sadhana may all beings in all worlds be free of suffering and the causes of suffering. Through my Sadhana may all beings in all worlds know the sacred joy that lies beyond suffering.

God both creates and dwells within all beings.

O Parashakti, infinite flame, Source of all, with every name. Mother of worlds, in you we rise, The dance of stars, the endless skies. Your power flows, both fierce and kind, The pulse of life, the cosmic mind. To you, I bow, my heart’s pure song, In your embrace, I am lifelong.

Devotion’s dance, a sacred thread, Soul and divine, where love is fed. Each to the other, a flame alight, Union’s glow, both day and night. No two, no part, just one embrace, Radiance flows, a timeless space. The circuit hums, alive, complete, Bhakti’s cycle, love’s heartbeat.