Have u seen the morning dawn, fill up in the sky? How the light Waltzes in…
Have you witnessed the first flight of birds winging their way into the day…
Have you seen the rising sun warming its way into the brilliance of the day…
Have you listened to the chirping of birds announcing the joy of dawn…
Have you sensed how the cold of the night warms itself in minutes into the day… Have you felt the energy of the rays on you filling you with warmth…
The message in every dawn is hope giving To rise with it and rest with it is the magic of it all. Flow into your day with joy and trust the light to show you the way…
Listen to this episode ‘How the light enters… inspired by my poem above on my podcast The Path of Clarity.
Space allows and restrains you all at the same time In this and every now, space is filled with infinite possibilities. Abundance and scarcity of potential is the truth in coexistence, shifting as you perceive space. Space is a dynamic in the fluidity.
Space is what you make of it.
As what you sense in space, stays in space
So what happens in space stays in space.
Space is filled with wonder. An expansive phenomena.
Feeling of space for you and I is deeply different.
Is there a divide at all between the physics and metaphysical space or is it actually interweaved & deeply interconnected.
Just a question of how open we are to understanding Space & the possibilities in its potential… Its all in around and beyond there.
We must become bigger than we have been: more courageous, greater in spirit, larger in outlook. We must become members of a new race, overcoming petty prejudice, owing our ultimate allegiance not to nations but to our fellow men within the human community. Haile Selassie
It’s a conscious choice to write more, yet streamline my work.
So you may find me posting erratically every once in a while. Although I continue to write every day as I have for the past couple of years .
I simply started to switch to writing on paper, and I shall post one here regularly, but perhaps not every day. I sense great joy in picking up a pen and writing. It connects me up wires my hand brain coordination a little more than tapping on digital keys.
I already find myself relaxing into it as now I can write anywhere anytime with or without internet . This is simplifying as much as satisfying to me.
To talk about the day I first picked up the pen to write, I wrote a few words and found how strange it felt to be actually inking on paper after so long . It was a missing action piece in my work. Typing is not the same thing. It takes away the flow of continuous touch of the pen on paper.
Although I have written every day digitally over these years. I realise how important it is to never lose touch with writing by hand.
Writing digitally may be faster but fine muscle coordination and postural stability improve when you write with a pen.Something I want to work on again…
The simple joys of flowing with a pen and looking at your work right before you, a tangible piece that connects you with yourself in the touch. It’s hard to replace.
My writing, which seemed erratic at first due to lack of practice, has seen much improvement. Hope this art is not forgotten by other writers.
A point of reflection:
When was the last time you took time to write with a pen on a page ?
Our own struggles seem the most difficult. Our journey of life may seem unique to us.And yet if we bring to awareness that this imagined spectrum of universe is a dot in the multitude of multiverses yet unknown, we realise our so called egoes are but a tool for motivating our life to keep us exploring the possibilities in our lifetime.
But instead of seeing the bigger picture we see ourselves as mammoth beings & as if only our life and our journey is important.
How far away from the truth we are?
If we only keep seeing our circle of life is but a spec in the cosmic ocean we will realize our truths as humans and learn to be in touch with our humanity.
Savvy Raj 
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