The sun rises, a golden fire igniting the horizon.
Its warmth stirs the earth, and my heart follows,
Pulled by a force older than time.
The garden breathes, alive with the sacred rhythm.
Dew clings to each petal,
Tiny worlds reflecting the infinite.
I gather the flowers,
Carefully, reverently,
Feeling the pulse of creation in my hands.
At your doorstep, I pause.
The silence here is different—
It hums,
A song that is not sung but felt.
These flowers are not just blooms;
They are messages,
Carried from the earth to the stars.
Each petal holds a truth,
Each fragrance, a memory of what we have forgotten.
The earth whispers to those who listen.
The trees stand as sentinels,
The rivers carve wisdom into the land.
The wind carries the stories of those who came before us.
We are part of this tapestry,
Threads woven with the unseen.
To honor the earth is to honor ourselves.
To harm it is to wound our own spirit.
Let us walk gently,
With the grace of those who know they belong.
In the stillness,
In the vastness,
We find not just life,
But a truth too profound for words.
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Inni Kaur is a distinguished advocate for interfaith understanding and women’s empowerment. An accomplished author, poet, and painter, her works include Journey with the Gurus, Sakhi-Time with Nani ji, Thank-You, Vahiguru, Daddy’s Turban, The Story of Us, The Fragrance of Bhai Vir Singh, and Resilient Roots. She has contributed to documentaries and curated exhibitions worldwide. A sought-after speaker, Inni presents at prestigious institutions while serving as a Justice of the Peace. Learn more at www.InniKaur.com.
