
The Journeying iiiiI
This collection of poems are some authentic poetic reflections on the inner journeyings of the iiiiI, carrying faith and aspiration, confronted with contrasting ârealitiesâ, its own failings and shadows, and moving on and on nonetheless.
Till one day it arrives?
Well, there is no end to the Journey, isnât it?
Do you see yourself somewhere along these journeyings?
What are your meanderings and straight highways?
A glimpse of some poems:Â
-1Â
Questioning drives me on wild
Quest drives me onward
-2
Suspended in the air
I belong nowhere.
The space gently holds me
And I learn to hold space.
-3
I laughed
At myself
So loud
That I woke up
From sleep
Still laughing.
Language: English
Author: Anandi Zhang
Publisher: Our Home, under Service Trust - Printed at Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press
Number of Pages: 98
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The Journeying iiiiI
This collection of poems are some authentic poetic reflections on the inner journeyings of the iiiiI, carrying faith and aspiration, confronted with contrasting ârealitiesâ, its own failings and shadows, and moving on and on nonetheless.
Till one day it arrives?
Well, there is no end to the Journey, isnât it?
Do you see yourself somewhere along these journeyings?
What are your meanderings and straight highways?
A glimpse of some poems:Â
-1Â
Questioning drives me on wild
Quest drives me onward
-2
Suspended in the air
I belong nowhere.
The space gently holds me
And I learn to hold space.
-3
I laughed
At myself
So loud
That I woke up
From sleep
Still laughing.
Language: English
Author: Anandi Zhang
Publisher: Our Home, under Service Trust - Printed at Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press
Number of Pages: 98
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This collection of poems are some authentic poetic reflections on the inner journeyings of the iiiiI, carrying faith and aspiration, confronted with contrasting ârealitiesâ, its own failings and shadows, and moving on and on nonetheless.
Till one day it arrives?
Well, there is no end to the Journey, isnât it?
Do you see yourself somewhere along these journeyings?
What are your meanderings and straight highways?
A glimpse of some poems:Â
-1Â
Questioning drives me on wild
Quest drives me onward
-2
Suspended in the air
I belong nowhere.
The space gently holds me
And I learn to hold space.
-3
I laughed
At myself
So loud
That I woke up
From sleep
Still laughing.
Language: English
Author: Anandi Zhang
Publisher: Our Home, under Service Trust - Printed at Sri Aurobindo Ashram Press
Number of Pages: 98




















