Information accessible,
 at any point from anywhere.
Processing the day, 
 the hour, 
the minute and the moment.
Catching thoughts,
 understanding the repetition.
Receptive to the repetition, 
 receptive to the repetition,
repetitiveness.


Subtle sensations from each teacher.
Without teachers who were once students,
 teachers cannot teach.
The false ego,
 which judges another and the self,
the inner whisper.
Breathe.
Then the focus changed,
 changing the writing. 


© Krishdga   10.04.17

Loud noises, trucks and many people.
A language that is spoken but not be understood.
A gesture is one that the body would, 
 try to explain. 
The rush of the moment.


The vast changes that can incur another change,
 unexpected but dealt with through breathing.
Each breath an appreciation,
 of all that you have and have experienced.

When does the change happen? 
There is change always. 

© Krishdga   07.04.17

As I wrote the truth of the moment, it allowed me to let go.
To leave the writing space where it is and go with the flow.
In the moments where you may feel pressure, giving into the others control.
Get up, walk around and go ahead take a stroll.
Notice and observe the space, in another moment it will all go.

Responding to the other cannot be faulted, if it is true to your heart. 
If there is doubt in your mind, you have not listened. 
So start.
What is it that pulls us apart?
In the end there is nothing,
share a piece of your heart. 

In this moment I am in my senses. 
Again it comes down to this moment, no need for defences. 
Breathing and consciously creating, 
a welcoming presence for others to feel.
To me I know this is real,
feel comfortable and not afraid to be.
That place starts from I not judging me. 
The least I can do, 
for you.


© Krishdga    29.4.17