“Highways.” Pastel/Color Pencil Sketch by Sima Pendharkar 2012.
The Room Upstairs is a place that fills me with such delight. The Room Upstairs is a place that I can go sometimes at night. Or other times when I’m not feeling just right.
The sunlight trickles in majestically, and there are things big and small that usually grow. Just what, Oh I do not claim to know.
And on some days when the bitter wind, burnishing my being, hits me in ways that send me railing, I can take shelter in The Room Upstairs.
Picking up the pieces, feeding upon the light, the love the unending hope and wisdom. An evolving door of sorts, to be entered in an infinite time, place and space. But only at your own pace.
A sparrow’s regeneration through flowing crystal drops, a child’s unfolding in the warm grains on a quiet afternoon, a woman’s delighting in songs that infiltrate the warm summer air, feeling all the while.
Do you have a Room Upstairs? The Room Upstairs is a place for the young and the old, for the furry and the bold. It is a place where the heart can unravel and unrest, meanwhile the soul and All will manifest.
So tell me, what are the contents that you choose to keep in that place and space, Where you ever so often grace.
In that room of yours, The Room Upstairs?
© Sima Pendharkar May 2013
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