Covered in the grime of life
Masked in the mire of living
Seasoned in the sands of time.
Life may seem meaningless,
Submerged in the shadows.
Yet trust time in its flow
As it unearths the Self.
In its own unique way
P.S
This poem flowed in a moment of silent contemplation…
I pose a question to you
Looking back at the layers
Life brought forth in time
Are there more, that are shielding you?
Or are there more that you want to wash away?
And more importantly…
Are you ready to unearth the Self?
I hope in reading these verses, it brings in a sense of pause and trust, wherever you are in your own unique journey of unearthing the self .
Savvy
Savvy Raj 
August 7, 2026 at 5:27 pm
Thank you for this Savvy.
I definately have more I need to shed.
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August 7, 2026 at 6:00 pm
In fact Maggie I think likewise, for then there is space to evolve… often unlearning, unshackling, unstacking is the simplest shedding we can do to find clarity.
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August 7, 2026 at 6:43 pm
Absolutely Savvy 🙏
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August 8, 2026 at 3:23 am
SMiLes Dear Savvy Once an Expanse
of Leaves of Grass Trees Slowly Unfolding
From Seeds Surrounding a Back Yard Turning
Leaves of
Grass Into
An Eden of
Free Seeds FLoWeRS
And Still GRoWinG Trees
Protecting Us from Winds
Of Hurricanes Yet Still
Singing Leaves
of Cold Front Breeze
Of Course Only a Dream
Still to Come in Humidity
of Northern Florida ‘Dog Days’
Still Celebrating Rising Green of Trees
And Flowers Blooming through Summer
Heat
in Ease
of Tropical
Moisture coming
going Free as We
Sweat a Dance And
Song of Reality Breathing
Breathing
Alive
as Leaves of
Grass reach
above Tallest Trees
Just free
Just free
to Be
Nature
Unfolding
Into Dreams
of Reality Again…
The Master Sculptor at Play
Indeed this is How i invite
my Living Sculpture
Free
to
Be
i Am too..:)
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