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NEVER NEVER LAND by Radha Bornstein

Don't be afraid to be all that you are

(Note from the editor)
The following are beautifully poetic lyrics by Radha Bornstein and video, that, to me, capture the spirit of this blog:

"...Your voice is heard by the farthest star
Don't be afraid to open and reveal
All the beauty you hold, all the power you feel."

I offer them to you today, as we launch National Poetry Month in the US, to remind all of you how valuable you and your voices are, and to inspire you to continue sharing them! 

As a special treat, the song is presented in this enchanting video made by Hladini Zaheim for 'Gopi Skirts by Radhika' to unveil Radhika's new spring fashion collection. The video was filmed in Mayapur, India. Enjoy all this beauty!  


Never Never Land

Never Never land is much nearer than you know
Look behind the painted pony, look behind the fancy show
There's a mirror hanging behind the backstage door
Take your shadow with you, you might just find what your looking for

And there is a garden, behind a wall of flames
To get to that garden you must look at the hidden rage
Look it square in the face, don't flinch or blink an eye
Then wings will sprout from your shoulders
You'll find you were born to fly

Don't be afraid to be all that you are
Your voice is heard by the farthest star
Don't be afraid to open and reveal
All the beauty you hold, all the power you feel

She walks with beauty at her back, she walks with beauty at her side
She walks with beauty all around, she walks with her arms open wide
She has faced the dragon, she's walked trough the wall of flames
She's learned to face herself, she's learned to integrate

And just like her you can get to the Wonderland
Where the ocean is crystal clear, where your heart is free of fear
Its gonna take a lot of courage, its gonna take a lack of pride
Its gonna take a jump off a cliff with a prayer on your lips and a wide open mind

Don't be afraid to be all that you are
Your voice is heard by the farthest star
Don't be afraid to open and reveal
All the beauty you hold, all the power you feel

Never Never land is much nearer than you know
Look behind the painted pony, look behind the fancy show
There's a mirror hanging behind the backstage door
Take your shadow with you, you might just find what your looking for
~
Pictured: Radhika, owner and creator of Gopi Skirts by Radhika


Radha Bornstein was Raised in a Yoga community in California, and began writing uplifting, devotional songs and poetry at the age of 6. She has released several solo albums and won the Sunny Award for original Song of the Year at the age of 16. She now performs her original music accompanied by tabla player, Shen Flindell and classical Indian vocalist, Menaka Visvanathan-Thomas in their group called Spirit of Bhakti. Radha is also a practicing Ayurvedic Lifestyle Consultant, training for the last 6 years under Australasia's most experienced Ayurvedic physician, Dr. S. Ajit. She is passionate about spreading the timeless wisdom of this ancient health science through her clinical practice and through lectures, articles and posts. Visit her website here and/or Facebook page here for more info.  

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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