TAYLOR SWIFT

What it must be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair into place like dominos.

(Gold rush by Taylor Swift)

The shades of green will haunt you lovingly, when it's time for another downpour.

Taylor Swift performs onstage during “The Eras Tour” at Mercedes-Benz  Stadium on April 28, 2023 in Atlanta, Georgia. (Photo by Terence  Rushin/TAS23/Getty Images for TAS Rights Management)

She is learning about the 80s and 90s. Reading more about metaphysical poetry. Falling again for her own Bengali culture. Taking interest in art and music. Craving deep intellectual conversations. Continuously learning, unlearning and relearning. Making changes. Adopting. Becoming adaptable. Educating herself. Cleansing regularly, every aspect of life. Cutting ties with toxicity. Following spirituality.

Admiring the little things. Getting lost in nature. Discovering how the 1950s were. Experimenting with different genres be it in music or writing. Reading about how Sanskrit influenced the ancient Vedic culture of India. Rambling happily about renaissance. Staying obsessed with dictionaries and words. Caressing books, marking pages, paragraphs and thoughts. Exercise, meditation and stillness are at the top. Spotify and Pinterest are her favourites too.

She also has innumerable love languages. Discussing hobbies, talking through silence, taking a walk in nature. Being with people. Writing long handwritten letters. Having a long phone call conversation. Laughing loudly in the company of those who bring out the best in her. Snapping pictures of her favourite moments. Spending times that make her heart fuzzy and cozy. She loves being loud, taking space and speaking her heart out.

She is a simpleton.

And she belongs to the 20s. A mixed pickle of variety. That's what she is.

I love their friendship so much ❤❤❤

She has been dancing her heart away and screaming lyrics from the rooftop, aimed at the sky. Running towards the balcony when it miserably rains, smiling from ear to ear because nothing or no one can cage her wings. Possessive pronouns, what are these? She's free.

These images of circles and circling, revolving around a great center he names God, it makes me think of the cathedral labyrinths of Europe. Or the ancient spiral glyphs carved into rocks and cave faces. I see the circling pathway around some secret center. The road can be bewildering, twisting and turning, keeping us disoriented and uncertain of how near we are, but ever moving inward.

And that courageous line –

I may not ever complete the last one, but I give myself to it.

We walk the winding path, not out of certainty, but because it is the only path worth walking. Walking that road, quietly, with attention, one foot in front of the other, becomes meditation. It becomes worship. Each ring, whether near or far, is a layer of our lives that is blessed by our passing through it.

Walking the circling path is not only the way to the center, it is actually part of the center. We learn to participate in the center by first walking the path. Obsession with the destination becomes an impediment to reaching it. Instead, by patiently inhabiting each step, we discover the center in ourselves… and our feet naturally end up there, as well.

We walk with our whole selves –

and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm, or a great song?

On this roundabout road to God, we question our own nature. We encounter the mystery of self. Who and what are we really? Ultimately, it is in that questioning of a self that eludes definition where we find the still center.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadnesses, the more deeply and serenely the new presence can enter us, and the more we can make it our own, the more it becomes our fate; and later on, when it “happens” (that is, steps forth out of us to other people), we will feel related and close to it in our innermost being. And that is necessary. It is necessary - and toward this point our development will move, little by little - that nothing alien happen to us, but only what has long been our own. People have already had to rethink so many concepts of motion; and they will also gradually come to realize that what we call fate does not come into us from the outside, but emerges from us. It is only because so many people have not absorbed and transformed their fates while they were living in them that they have not realized what was emerging from them; it was so alien to them that, in their confusion and fear, they thought it must have entered them at the very moment they became aware of it, for they swore they had never before found anything like that inside them. Just as people for a long time had a wrong idea about the sun’s motion, they are even now wrong about the motion of what is to come. The future stands still, dear Mr. Kappus, but we move in infinite space.

Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen, die sich über die Dinge ziehn. Ich werde den letzten vielleicht nicht vollbringen, aber versuchen will ich ihn.

Ich kreise um Gott, um den uralten Turm, und ich kreise jahrtausendelang; und ich weiß noch nicht: bin ich ein Falke, ein Sturm oder ein großer Gesang.

I live my life in widening circles (set me free)

Starry Night (Vincent van Gogh), Widening Circles by Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Joanna Macy), Commentary by Ivan M. Granger, The Chartres Cathedral Labyrinth, Ouroboros, 1760  (a photograph by Granger), question mark symbol in Armenian, 지민 (Jimin) ‘Set Me Free Pt.2’, Letters to a Young Poet (by Rainer Maria Rilke), Ich lebe mein Leben in wachsenden Ringen (by Rainer Maria Rilke)

Sascha Zverev defeated Philipp Kohlschreiber 6-3 6-3 to win the BMW Open, his first title of 2018

Love is never lost. Just like energy, it is eternal and infinite. This emotion runs through each and every organism, making it immortally universal.

Love transfuses itself into different forms. Sometimes it is as concrete as solid, then again, often acts like the fluid liquid and evaporates in its gaseous variability.