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.

Enthralling realms,
Blue, green and pink gems.

Resplendent gold,
Letting me privately hold,

I gently roam,
In the spiritual home.”