I created this website to pull folks into my world; to explore and to understand my journey. As you see I started writing poems and short stories when I was teenager. Writing is my therapy to share my soul to the universe and in exchange the universe gives me tools to lift my spirit from the darkness.
Before the writing; I did crafts when I was a toddler and became the permanent passion in me. When I entered the theatrical world, I realized that I could mingle my crafts, poetry, dance and acting into performances.
If you are puzzled that the universe has gifted me tools and here is the poem what the universe means to me:
Universe Within
Firecrackers explode in the night My feet are carried by the Ganga river Feel the movement of the water tickling my toes Lord Rama places the flower garland around my neck Touch my auspicious feet with his hands; see through my soul
He offers puja for my mind and my soul in varmala Namaste; he recognizes me no one else recognize me
Uptown I walk on the terrace of diyas lighten brightly To the Mandir where his wife Sita dances, radiates delightedly outside
Telling the tale of how Lord Rama rescued her from Ravana resilent, courageous, and determination like the purified space inside the Mandir No confusion, no stress, no loudness Mandir is my womb where no words whisper inside my head
Silence...
Textures, flavour, odour, colours stimulate my soul; enlighten my soul Rangoli I bury my hands into colourful rices on the floor Feel the rices clash Smell the raw of rices My hands create pictures, vibration, the dance in the air...
Lord Yama dresses me up in this flesh Confinement, darkness... Light-skinned Sita and the dark-skinned Durga pour sweet coconut milk on me
Bless me with Their love Lord Kubera applies tilak on my forehead for wisdom No Yamaraja see it, can’t pervert my Mandir. I bow to them; Namaste recognize the differences but I see your sameness too.
My third eye pierces through the darkness My divinity cuts off the thorns, branches; make a path through the dense jungle
The darkness fuels my passion for change I give a life, my soul raises from the Maya ...beyond the limitations My death is my womb; my Mandir
Written by: Tamyka Bullen November 2018