Her likes were not the blatant and ĺoud
Not the one to shout out
Her kind of songs were of melody and rhythm
In synchrony with her heartbeat
Her type of books were all of an understanding
The soothing and sagacious kind
Of healing and harmony.
Her friends were far and few
Not much would escape her lips
Her speech was guarded.
None had really stepped into her inner world
In fact, her family too knew little about her
Her words were simple, not stormy
In fact, she chose the middle path in life …
A road safe and steady
Not for her the bane of fame and fortune
Not for her the choppy waters of high tides
She preferred the smooth sailing in serenity
She was a lover of grace in simple things
She never was the seeking kind ever
Neither love nor laurels, pleasures nor pain
She lived a life content, she never craved too much
She knew the price of desire only too well…
Awakening the self, the way bearer in the wisdom of living.
Want of wealth, never brings balance of needs
Hoard nothing and healing begins Living intentionally is not about living selfishly…
She was privy to the clasping clutch that ambition brought
She witnessed the sacrifice of lives barely lived
She grew in the unfolding drama that power portrayed.
She was torched by emotional upheavals, to rise in fortitude
She amassed the wisdom in the power of silence
This is an interpretation of my own painting I have shared above. I choose to delve a bit on the nature of the central character in the painting…
Who is she?
What makes her who she is?
What guides and motivates her?
What brings her peace and contentment?
What makes her grateful?
To every evolving question there is always a reason to be…
And to each their own path to be!