A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Anindya J Ganguly

A baby blooms & breathes
In the basket of my mind
Tying my senses to the Divine
Via an umbilical cord called ‘Life.’

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Rinku Shah

The power of the mind is what matters,
And you can harness it for starters.
Just like a baby gestates in the womb,
Ideas incubate in the mind till in bloom.
Whatever you conceptualise
You can actualize!

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Abhipsha Adhikari

My mind is now a baby
As my eyes are closed
Soon I’ll open them
to perceive the world
And the baby will begin to grow.

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Donna White

Your inner child is still there.
Release it.

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Jaimie Mazzone

The child within me is still,
sometimes it stirs and whispers in my ear
“I want to come out and play.”
They remind us of magic
in the little things
and how to fall in love
with life again.
Set your inner child free
and reconnect with the magic within.

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Ramya Raghuraman

Life is a projection of one’s brainchild
Whether it is new, boring, old or stale
Everyone’s life has an untold tale.
Deliver your ideas and don’t stop at nil
Just go for the kill.

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Nuhrez Khan

Let it grow
for attainment of anything
be it good or bad
is a continuous process.
Let the child in you be always
observant and inquisitive.

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Kit Batina

The brainchild
of every thought
is the mind

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Sulekha Pande

My body took shape
in my mother’s womb,
but my mind was shaped
in her thoughts,

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Debra Pry

The Magic in life
is never losing your inner child
inside your mind.

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Rabecca Holt

A mother’s child is always
at the forefront of her mind.

A baby blooms & breathes in the basket of my mind
Swati Chauhan

As I closed my eyes,
Then I could see.
The knowledge I had gathered,
Is still in infancy.

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