Snail

A few things she carried on her back:

A blue bag - with a book of haiku and a sketch file, a pencil
A bottle of water
An umbrella for rainy days
A toy wind- mill to steer up sleepy dreams in the air
Memories of home
A few paper ships and origami cranes
A moon for a sprinkle of magic in the mundane
A lime tree from her grand ma's garden
A kettle for tea
Few seeds, reminders of possibilities
Many little bells and tiny wishes

Toy

Somewhere, in a street far away from here, the magic of twilight had just begun and she was out, under the full moon, playing. She had her favourite toy to keep her company - an old bike tyre. Together they would run in the streets following the butterflies, this way and that. Her mother thought that it might be a good idea to knit a little scarf for her, since it was getting a bit cooler. And that is exactly what she did - knitted and knitted, under the moonlight amidst the chirps, flutters and many happy giggles!

An illustration for Illustration Friday on the topic - Toy

A poem and a painting

Come, come whoever you are.
Wanderer, idolator, worshipper of fire, come even though
you have broken your vows a thousand times
Come, and come yet again. Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Rumi

,

Breathing
in the darkness,
totally wrapped
in the color violet.
I am alive.

Goto Miyoko

From Rumi

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field.
I'll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other
doesn't make any sense.

The tortoise and the moon were friends

Every night in the tiny pond, the moon and the tortoise would gently swim together.

In her garden

The moon had just hatched, the bees and the butterflies were still hovering around. The birds were returning home. The earth smelled of twilight. She sat in her tiny garden, breathing in its mundane magic - with a cup of tea, of course!