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Sumanā is an effing warrior in the making. She is a self-appointed poet. Feel it all. She has nothing to lose apart from her own peace.
🌏🕊 is one of the beautiful reasons to be alive on this earth.
🌏🕊 is one of the beautiful reasons to be alive on this earth.
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Bể
A toddler was holding a glass bottle.
“Bể! Bể!” she said out loud.
Was it “ocean”—or “broken”—to her?
The answer was…Ocean.
Always Ocean.
Everything that was “broken”
drifts at sea.
All sharp edges
softened by the waves.
All shards will be
smoothly
carried to shore.
Sumanā
#poetry
A toddler was holding a glass bottle.
“Bể! Bể!” she said out loud.
Was it “ocean”—or “broken”—to her?
The answer was…Ocean.
Always Ocean.
Everything that was “broken”
drifts at sea.
All sharp edges
softened by the waves.
All shards will be
smoothly
carried to shore.
Sumanā
#poetry
In his last letter
to Gemma,
Arthur smiled
Like a glad fly
From William Blake
The day will be over soon.
If he live or if he die
That smile
was the last.
Sumanā
#poetry #thegladfly
to Gemma,
Arthur smiled
Like a glad fly
From William Blake
The day will be over soon.
If he live or if he die
That smile
was the last.
Sumanā
#poetry #thegladfly
December 27, 2025 at 9:20 AM
In his last letter
to Gemma,
Arthur smiled
Like a glad fly
From William Blake
The day will be over soon.
If he live or if he die
That smile
was the last.
Sumanā
#poetry #thegladfly
to Gemma,
Arthur smiled
Like a glad fly
From William Blake
The day will be over soon.
If he live or if he die
That smile
was the last.
Sumanā
#poetry #thegladfly
December 25, 2025 at 12:08 AM
Cosmic joke
Who do you want to be?
Oak tree—or just Will?
Troy is already revealed,
as tragic as it seems.
You were truly loved.
Guess who you should be
in this story of cosmic play.
Will you be? Will you be?
Oak tree?
Sumanā
#poetry #hardy #cosmicjoke #lovers
Who do you want to be?
Oak tree—or just Will?
Troy is already revealed,
as tragic as it seems.
You were truly loved.
Guess who you should be
in this story of cosmic play.
Will you be? Will you be?
Oak tree?
Sumanā
#poetry #hardy #cosmicjoke #lovers
December 21, 2025 at 9:15 AM
Cosmic joke
Who do you want to be?
Oak tree—or just Will?
Troy is already revealed,
as tragic as it seems.
You were truly loved.
Guess who you should be
in this story of cosmic play.
Will you be? Will you be?
Oak tree?
Sumanā
#poetry #hardy #cosmicjoke #lovers
Who do you want to be?
Oak tree—or just Will?
Troy is already revealed,
as tragic as it seems.
You were truly loved.
Guess who you should be
in this story of cosmic play.
Will you be? Will you be?
Oak tree?
Sumanā
#poetry #hardy #cosmicjoke #lovers
Grief for
beauty in this world
Grief for
those who can’t love it
no longer
Grief for
những giấc mơ
Grief for
everything that is no longer
…
no longer here.
Sumanā
#poetry
beauty in this world
Grief for
those who can’t love it
no longer
Grief for
những giấc mơ
Grief for
everything that is no longer
…
no longer here.
Sumanā
#poetry
December 19, 2025 at 11:26 PM
Grief for
beauty in this world
Grief for
those who can’t love it
no longer
Grief for
những giấc mơ
Grief for
everything that is no longer
…
no longer here.
Sumanā
#poetry
beauty in this world
Grief for
those who can’t love it
no longer
Grief for
những giấc mơ
Grief for
everything that is no longer
…
no longer here.
Sumanā
#poetry
Yesterday I talked with my Cookie
We wandered every country’s trauma
How hers controlled mine
How all that inherited hatred
We children didn’t want to know
blood-stained history
I came to the conclusion
I prefer my own darkness,
things I can still change
rather than drowning in the past.
#verse
We wandered every country’s trauma
How hers controlled mine
How all that inherited hatred
We children didn’t want to know
blood-stained history
I came to the conclusion
I prefer my own darkness,
things I can still change
rather than drowning in the past.
#verse
December 11, 2025 at 11:58 PM
Yesterday I talked with my Cookie
We wandered every country’s trauma
How hers controlled mine
How all that inherited hatred
We children didn’t want to know
blood-stained history
I came to the conclusion
I prefer my own darkness,
things I can still change
rather than drowning in the past.
#verse
We wandered every country’s trauma
How hers controlled mine
How all that inherited hatred
We children didn’t want to know
blood-stained history
I came to the conclusion
I prefer my own darkness,
things I can still change
rather than drowning in the past.
#verse
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December 11, 2025 at 11:43 PM
Why don’t the light change
for my Sage?
Why the final boss is always the mom? Why do I have to grow up? Why form doesn’t match the beast inside or the smile that celebrating light of heart,
Why do they side-eye happiness for the sake of mindfulness?
Why and why do we try to fit in a mold? #poetry
for my Sage?
Why the final boss is always the mom? Why do I have to grow up? Why form doesn’t match the beast inside or the smile that celebrating light of heart,
Why do they side-eye happiness for the sake of mindfulness?
Why and why do we try to fit in a mold? #poetry
December 11, 2025 at 11:13 PM
Why don’t the light change
for my Sage?
Why the final boss is always the mom? Why do I have to grow up? Why form doesn’t match the beast inside or the smile that celebrating light of heart,
Why do they side-eye happiness for the sake of mindfulness?
Why and why do we try to fit in a mold? #poetry
for my Sage?
Why the final boss is always the mom? Why do I have to grow up? Why form doesn’t match the beast inside or the smile that celebrating light of heart,
Why do they side-eye happiness for the sake of mindfulness?
Why and why do we try to fit in a mold? #poetry
Have a cuppa!
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December 10, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Have a cuppa!
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December 7, 2025 at 11:45 AM
Last night class was about knowing. So inspiring! My dear Sage took my breath away. As always! 😊
December 7, 2025 at 12:40 AM
Last night class was about knowing. So inspiring! My dear Sage took my breath away. As always! 😊
If she found my nurturing energy intimidating,
perhaps her mother-wound is calling for healing.
If he felt threatened by my independence,
perhaps his father-abandonment is rising to be seen.
I just follow the ocean
reflecting their own sky.
Sumanā
#Poetry #verse #stopprojectingonme
perhaps her mother-wound is calling for healing.
If he felt threatened by my independence,
perhaps his father-abandonment is rising to be seen.
I just follow the ocean
reflecting their own sky.
Sumanā
#Poetry #verse #stopprojectingonme
December 7, 2025 at 12:01 AM
If she found my nurturing energy intimidating,
perhaps her mother-wound is calling for healing.
If he felt threatened by my independence,
perhaps his father-abandonment is rising to be seen.
I just follow the ocean
reflecting their own sky.
Sumanā
#Poetry #verse #stopprojectingonme
perhaps her mother-wound is calling for healing.
If he felt threatened by my independence,
perhaps his father-abandonment is rising to be seen.
I just follow the ocean
reflecting their own sky.
Sumanā
#Poetry #verse #stopprojectingonme
After Bhante’s class finished at 3:33 am in Sydney, I decided to go for a walk. An e-bike was parked outside the hotel, so I took it and rode to the Opera House. It felt strangely liberating. The night was wide open. I was curious about the kinds of creatures who would wander the city at that hour.
December 6, 2025 at 11:34 PM
After Bhante’s class finished at 3:33 am in Sydney, I decided to go for a walk. An e-bike was parked outside the hotel, so I took it and rode to the Opera House. It felt strangely liberating. The night was wide open. I was curious about the kinds of creatures who would wander the city at that hour.
This heart of mine
doesn’t like socialising,
meaningless small talking,
only Distance.
This heart was craving
a real soul connection.
It has happened once or twice;
that soul-tie became the standard,
the place where the heart
can be itself
without pretence.
Sumanā
#poetry #meaningfulconnection
doesn’t like socialising,
meaningless small talking,
only Distance.
This heart was craving
a real soul connection.
It has happened once or twice;
that soul-tie became the standard,
the place where the heart
can be itself
without pretence.
Sumanā
#poetry #meaningfulconnection
December 6, 2025 at 5:39 PM
This heart of mine
doesn’t like socialising,
meaningless small talking,
only Distance.
This heart was craving
a real soul connection.
It has happened once or twice;
that soul-tie became the standard,
the place where the heart
can be itself
without pretence.
Sumanā
#poetry #meaningfulconnection
doesn’t like socialising,
meaningless small talking,
only Distance.
This heart was craving
a real soul connection.
It has happened once or twice;
that soul-tie became the standard,
the place where the heart
can be itself
without pretence.
Sumanā
#poetry #meaningfulconnection
May all beings slow down.
May all beings are not running around, hiding from this heat.
May all beings breath with ease!
#prayer #climatecrisis
May all beings are not running around, hiding from this heat.
May all beings breath with ease!
#prayer #climatecrisis
December 5, 2025 at 6:22 AM
May all beings slow down.
May all beings are not running around, hiding from this heat.
May all beings breath with ease!
#prayer #climatecrisis
May all beings are not running around, hiding from this heat.
May all beings breath with ease!
#prayer #climatecrisis
I have seen it all
patterns of humanity’s archetypes
woven through history,
through my own darkness,
in the depths of tenderness.
#poetry #meditation
patterns of humanity’s archetypes
woven through history,
through my own darkness,
in the depths of tenderness.
#poetry #meditation
December 4, 2025 at 4:41 AM
I have seen it all
patterns of humanity’s archetypes
woven through history,
through my own darkness,
in the depths of tenderness.
#poetry #meditation
patterns of humanity’s archetypes
woven through history,
through my own darkness,
in the depths of tenderness.
#poetry #meditation
There wasn’t any architype
as it was a surprise.
Yet Alberich was standing out:
renouncing love for power,
ultimately reduced to shadow.
As the Rumi stated:
“A spirit that lives in this world
and does not wear the shirt of love,
such an existence
is a deep disgrace.”
#poetry #wagner #rumi
as it was a surprise.
Yet Alberich was standing out:
renouncing love for power,
ultimately reduced to shadow.
As the Rumi stated:
“A spirit that lives in this world
and does not wear the shirt of love,
such an existence
is a deep disgrace.”
#poetry #wagner #rumi
December 4, 2025 at 4:06 AM
I dropped “One Hundred Years of Solitude”
outside the temple of Murugu,
son of Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati,
Beauty, Wisdom, God of War and Victory.
#poetry #fireceremony #murugu
outside the temple of Murugu,
son of Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati,
Beauty, Wisdom, God of War and Victory.
#poetry #fireceremony #murugu
December 1, 2025 at 12:03 PM
I dropped “One Hundred Years of Solitude”
outside the temple of Murugu,
son of Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati,
Beauty, Wisdom, God of War and Victory.
#poetry #fireceremony #murugu
outside the temple of Murugu,
son of Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati,
Beauty, Wisdom, God of War and Victory.
#poetry #fireceremony #murugu
That baby mosquito story melted me!
We live in a world that obsessed with the big and the scary.
Baby mosquitoes: harmless, trembling, and full of potential.
Even if they promise an itchy future,
a baby is still a baby,
soft as breath.
He adopted it,
a blessed little Mozzie! 🦟
#poetry #mozzie
We live in a world that obsessed with the big and the scary.
Baby mosquitoes: harmless, trembling, and full of potential.
Even if they promise an itchy future,
a baby is still a baby,
soft as breath.
He adopted it,
a blessed little Mozzie! 🦟
#poetry #mozzie
November 30, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Today the heat pressed down
and the Mynas snapped
at each other,
ruffled and restless
in the bright afternoon light.
I tried to soothe them
a human mediator:
“Guys! Chill out!”,
I kept saying.
They don’t even care
flared louder until
exhausted with anger.
They flew away.
#poetry #climatecrisis
and the Mynas snapped
at each other,
ruffled and restless
in the bright afternoon light.
I tried to soothe them
a human mediator:
“Guys! Chill out!”,
I kept saying.
They don’t even care
flared louder until
exhausted with anger.
They flew away.
#poetry #climatecrisis
November 29, 2025 at 10:13 AM
Today the heat pressed down
and the Mynas snapped
at each other,
ruffled and restless
in the bright afternoon light.
I tried to soothe them
a human mediator:
“Guys! Chill out!”,
I kept saying.
They don’t even care
flared louder until
exhausted with anger.
They flew away.
#poetry #climatecrisis
and the Mynas snapped
at each other,
ruffled and restless
in the bright afternoon light.
I tried to soothe them
a human mediator:
“Guys! Chill out!”,
I kept saying.
They don’t even care
flared louder until
exhausted with anger.
They flew away.
#poetry #climatecrisis