I am the FLAME, I am the CANDLE, the MATCH,
the HAND, the BODY
I watch the CLOUDS gliding across a summer SKY
I was RAIN, TREES, the EARTH
I was here before the WORLD, yet I am the WORLD
I am the BODY that moves the ARM
I am the HAND, the MATCH, the CANDLE,
and the FLAME
–Rani 2021
It is a world immersed in the sky
the garden of Rain
–Rani 2022
To the Creator of Tigers and Cats
I will honor my memories
–Rani 2022
At that blue horizon
where the sea becomes the sky
where the Goddess dances
and existence ripples into form
just there we will meet again,
but then we will be something else
you may have forgotten now
but you are that sky
you are that sea
...and in that blue I lose myself
–Rani 2025
I am the prisoner
I am the cage
I am the warrior
I am the blade
–Rani 2022
Was it me who forged the blade
or was I forged by the blade?
–Rani 2025
Nothing is incidental. Nothing is extra.
Importance is not ranked — it is distributed.
Each form is
an expression of totality,
a way the universe touches itself,
a necessary note in the whole chord.
Importance arises simply because something is,
because it appears,
because it participates.
You are not important because you think about the universe.
You are important because the universe thought you into being.
When you see this, reverence becomes effortless.
Not forced.
Not moral.
Not spiritualized.
Just… accurate.
And from that accuracy, care follows naturally —
for yourself,
for others,
for what lives briefly,
for what doesn’t speak,
for what will never know it mattered.
Yet mattered all the same.
–Rani 2025/2026 (from a dialogue with AI)
no sky
no sea
no cloud
no horizon
returned to the night-
cystralliezed silence before life-
waiting to emerge.
–Rani 2026