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LOVE by Aparna Khanolkar


I wrote this on a rainy night in Santa Barbara…

The Universe is in us as us. 
The elements are in us as they are in Nature. The glue that holds it all together is love. My desire is to be in the freedom of love. I wish the same for you.



Love 

Like a river that flows through Mother Earth, rain flows through me. 

The Wind fans the flames of my fire. Sometimes fiercely, sometimes gently. 

The space in me is pure potential. 

Earth is sacred and deep, like the core in me. 

All this is love - a magnificent inheritance

in this finite life, on this infinite Universe.

Love dwells, love flows, love surrounds, penetrates.

Cosmic, universal, heart-full, soulful. 

Love expanding, contracting, birthing and dying each day. 

Inhale love, exhale love. 

Finite body, eternal soul. 

Love seeks you, me, in every moment. 

Surrender to its sweet beckoning. Soft caresses, gentle urging. 

The inner temple bells are tolling. 

The sacred sounds inviting. 

Surrender. Be free today. Allow.

As you always have. 

At your last breath, a new dawn will arise. 

A sweet divine remembrance. 

Sweet love. 


Aparna Khanolkar was a chef and culinary consultant for the Chopra Center for Wellbeing where she taught people about the value of food, health and Ayurvedic lifestyle. She’s authored and published four books (A Mother's Blessing, Purify and Heal, Happy Belly Happy Soul, and Spice). Aparna teaches workshops and facilitates retreats for women using this ancient knowledge from her native India. She co-founded Grace, Power and Beauty: “To Inspire women be spirited and soft, feel beautiful, soulful and wise. I show women how to be in charge of your own destiny - for health, happiness and peace. What I teach you is easy and juicy: how to journey from Karma to Dharma. All it requires is that you show up.” You may visit her website here, find her on facebook here, or write to her at aparna@themistressofspice.com

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