Renooji pens down a spontaneous, unedited flow of words, from her heart to ours
“There were sounds around,
That helped me intuitively surround,
Changing patterns of materiality around,
I changed my running-self, profound.
I heard the ankle bells in spiritual sound,
The flute playing my heartstrings impound,
All that I refound,
As I began to being all, in the compound.
Blue, green and pink gems.
Letting me privately hold,
I gently roam,
In the spiritual home.”