Indoor Hindu prayer altar with flower petals, candles, and incense sticks.

Our World

Come for the pleasure, stay for the soul

This is a glimpse into the soul of our work. A reminder that the senses are sacred doors, the body a teacher, and life itself a ritual to be savoured. Each image, each word, is an invitation to come closer - to presence, to love, to soul.

Close-up of an orange and red lily flower showing its petal and stamen.

“The senses are the doors through which the soul tastes the beauty of the world.” Tantra Shastras

Silhouette of two people close together, facing each other

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” Maya Angelou

A woman dressed in traditional Indian attire with gold jewelry, including a headpiece, necklace, and arm bands, is holding a gold chain or necklace.

Silhouette of a person with their arms raised, illuminated by a warm, orange light in the background.

“The body is the harp of the soul. It is yours to bring forth sweet music or confused sounds.” Kahlil Gibran

“You, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” Buddha

Close-up of a decorative gold feather with intricate details and shimmer.

“The senses are the horses, the objects of sense their paths. He who lacks understanding, with mind ever unrestrained, his senses become uncontrollable, like wild horses.” Katha Upanishad

A white plate holds four fresh figs, some sliced open to reveal their red, seedy interior, next to a jar of honey and some chocolates.

“Every perception is an invitation into revelation. Hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, touching - all ways of knowing creation.” Vigyan Bhairav Tantra, Lorin Roche

Decorative corridor with arches and ornate patterns in warm lighting, resembling traditional Indian architecture.

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi

Shadow of a person with an arm raised and a bent knee, cast on a wall with sunlight coming through a window.

“The body is the temple, and the self the deity within.” Tantra Shastra