|| B H A R A T H I Y A M ||

A soul does not rush.
It wanders gently…
learning a little in one birth,
unlearning a little in the next,
gathering love, wisdom, scars, and courage
as if they were sacred beads on a mala.

Each life becomes a chapter.
Each body, a temporary home.
Each relationship, a mirror.
Each sorrow, a chisel that shapes us.
Each joy, a reminder of who we truly are.

And when the body falls away,
the soul simply steps out like
a traveller removing old clothes
at the end of a long day.
No fear.
No hurry.
Just a silent knowing:
“I will walk again, in another dawn,
wearing another form.”

This journey from body to body
is not a punishment —
it is an artistry.
A divine craftsmanship,
where the soul slowly sculpts itself
into something luminous.

A beautiful journey indeed — ancient, patient,
and full of meaning, even when we do not see it yet.

|| Venkatesham ||