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ABOUT
ABOUT
What is about the about that brings you here, visitor?
What is about the earth that keeps on bringing you here, traveler?
Sheer beauty? Intensity? Immensity?
The struggles, the challenges, the grit, the perseverance…
The precariousness?
The fragility, the tenderness…
The tears?
The balance on the edge of the sword?
The blood, the sweat, the birth, the death…
Love?
What is it, visitor, that brings you here?
What is it that you are looking for, here?
There’s nothing new here. Nothing extraordinary.
Other than the ever new, always extraordinary – “…so dear,
So fresh, so fleeting.” (Issa)
Oh, and I do nothing. Other than snapshot the writing on the wall. Unhide the hidden in plain sight. I unearth the world on earth in no other words.
And then I send dispatches to all of us. Captives of a make-believe world – the detritus of the real one.
I do nothing in this game, other than sometimes offering a game here and there.
And a course here and there, of course.
A course to change your course. A game to make you see through the game.
Game for the game, visitor?
Shall you stay the course, traveler?
WHAT YOU WILL FIND HERE
WHAT YOU WILL FIND HERE
Sometimes fire, sometimes embers. Some whispers, some dew songs.
Always on bare skin. Yours and mine.
Always hurting. Always caressing.
You will find here the wounded, the bloodied… the healed, the scarred.
The beautiful.
Always soiled.
Always to a bare soul, from a bare soul.
Prepared?
STILL HERE?
STILL HERE?
Ok, Rishi Miranhshah’s work includes philosophical explorations, workshop facilitation, documentary work, and writings that:
Investigate how we live, explore how shall we live.
He has created three pathways for this. Two self-guided, since guided is not always an option. And one guided.
Self-guided: Tough Love® & The Writings
Guided: T.H.E. Course
He believes personal healing and planetary healing are inseparable. Crazy, no?
He insists – “Neurological stimulation is a compensation for cellular malnourishment.”
He is adamant.
“Every instinct has one primal role. Every intelligence has one cardinal rule. To sustain what sustains you.”
He declares, and concludes with a question. As always.
“Everything returns to its default state sooner or later.
The question is — will you return? Or be returned?”
WHAT NOW?
WHAT NOW?
What now?
Wait?
For what? For whom?
“Help ain’t coming, buttercup” Grandpa said
So, now?
The phantoms on our shoulders ain’t going
The ghosts of all we have done - sleeping between our eyelids and eyeballs when we sleep – waiting for us to wake up – ain’t going
So, now? Wait for our story to be over?
Or step out of this “race to live off the remains”?
And regenerate what has been destroyed
Fix what has been broken
Heal what has been hurt
What will you do, love?
You and me is all we got, love
Home is all we got
Will you do it, love?
Even if you lose, you win
In this game
Nothing is lost
Love is all we got, after all
It's love that we all got, after all
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