Shakti Bhakti
@shaktibhakti.bsky.social
Shakti, the divine feminine, is a metaphor for the dynamic, creative energy of existence. Bhakti is devotion & love for the divine.
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
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
July 10, 2025 at 11:08 AM
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
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
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
June 17, 2025 at 12:37 PM
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
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
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
May 31, 2025 at 11:42 AM
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
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
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
May 24, 2025 at 2:38 PM
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
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
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
May 18, 2025 at 6:37 PM
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
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
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
May 14, 2025 at 3:12 PM
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
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
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
May 9, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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
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
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
May 8, 2025 at 10:24 PM
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
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
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
May 6, 2025 at 2:34 PM
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
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
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
May 4, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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
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
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
April 16, 2025 at 9:58 PM
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
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!
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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
March 31, 2025 at 4:42 AM
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
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
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
March 29, 2025 at 11:59 PM
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
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
Wind traces the edge of a leaf, and in stillness, the world unfolds its unseen grace.
#micropoetry
March 29, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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
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
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
March 22, 2025 at 11:59 AM
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
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
Reposted by Shakti Bhakti
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
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
March 20, 2025 at 2:44 AM
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
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
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
March 18, 2025 at 2:40 AM
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
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
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
February 27, 2025 at 12:18 PM
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
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
#tantra
#kashmirshaivism
#shiva
#shakti
February 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM
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
#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
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
February 24, 2025 at 3:30 AM
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
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
Within our thoughts extend the cosmic dance, crafting realms from the dust of dreams.
The celestial fountain knows no end.
#writing-prompt
#micropoetry
#blueskypoets
February 22, 2025 at 2:44 PM
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
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
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
February 22, 2025 at 1:39 AM
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
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
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
February 16, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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
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.
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.
February 11, 2025 at 12:11 PM
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.
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
#shaktism
December 31, 2024 at 12:06 PM
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
#shaktism