The past is clutching you
But choose to sculpt a new now
Shed your old skin
Unclasp the tags.
Yesterday may hold you captive
But choose to chisel on relentlessly
Bit by bit…
And free yourself from its vice like grip.
Your tommorow awaits in patience,
Trust, all is well in time.
Shape yourself into who you are.
Savvy Raj
(My verses in a flow, inspired by the image share that came my way.)
It’s early evening
The sunlight is still filtering in
I sit back, after a walk.
It feels like a balmy dusk
Watching dappled rain drops
Falling on verdant leaves 🍃
Petrichor fills the air
Rising from the earth
Sensing the glimmers of this now.
Serenading my senses, in serendipity…
Savvy
Look up
The same sky that brought the storm
Brings forth the sunshine
What more proof do you need,
To trust that it will soon change?
Whatever it is,
Better times are around the bend.
Savvy
On a moonlit night
Embalmed in its luminescence.
Bathed in its argent glow
Graced by the peace in the beam
Radiance lingers in its pearlescent reflection
Drawing us to look upwards
As we are enveloped by its lovely light.
Savvy
What’s different about you, after the storm ?
Are you hardened and toughened by it ?
Or are you more humane, compassionate and gentler as a human after the storm ?
It all depends on you
And how you choose to perceive it.
Perhaps the storm teaches you to steel the self
And create a self preservation shield from such experiences.
On the other hand it could make you more alive to life and the preciousness of now.
As you choose to live and love the life you have left than simply exist in the moments. ✨️
#Life Life Lovingly ❤️
This post actually was inspired by a comment from my dear friend on WordPress over the years and most of all, a truly empowered and brilliant author Maggie Watson.
Her comment made me stop and think of how much even a mention of the word,’ Storm’ can conjure up. And how much those who have survived it may be feeling … each of these bravehearts may have a different tale to tell.
Yet the truth is their heart beats to the preciousness of this now.
Savvy
Storms rage and ravage
They lay waste the efforts
And destruct many a lives.
Yet they rise, only to fall
When the storm subsides
The world picks up the pieces
Of the then and now…
To build again in hope
That tommorow is another new day.
But storms that pass, often leave imprints;
Of traumas in those testing times
Of fear in the back of the mind.
They appear in dreams
Almost as if it is reality.
They create confusion in the sanest of times
But when the heart knows
That fear is just the mind
Playing its tricks again.
It becomes brave
And continues to beat stronger
And life dances to its beats…
For it has survived the storm.
Rest all is history 💙
Storms have a way of playing with our life even when they have long subsided.
The brewing storm in our thoughts and dreams may seem fearful yet they also bring perspective to empower ourselves.
I write these verses inspired by the reading the title and verses of this poem, this morning. Thank you 🙏 poeticmobility.
And the image here is from my Ai artwork collections, for I somehow feel it belongs here as well.
I leave a question here for you to reflect upon…
Every life has survived its own share of storms
Leaving much wisdom in the learnings behind.
What lesson has your heart learned after the storm?
Savvy Raj
If you could turn the key to a door that opens up to a place somewhere right now…
Where does your imagination take you?
Near mountains
Near water sources
Green spaces
Or spiritual spaces
Or somewhere where your heart is calling out?
What is your favourite kind of place?
Or is your desire to stay
Wherever you are,
Stronger than anything else?
Sometimes in the middle of movements there is a desire for stillness
In the middle of hectic days…
For the quietness of calm.
And sometimes amidst silence
There is much going on…
The mind is steering the wheel
Both movement and stillness
Are part of the journey.
And the desire to drive on
Explore discover the world
And what it has to offer
Is something that happens
To evolve every life.
Savvy
An interesting dawn
I woke up earlier than dawn today.
And positioned myself in my favorite space
To watch the glorious dawn
Before I could realise
A bright orange ball
Just popped up over the horizon…
It was as if the sun was in a hurry
To awaken the world & light the day.
As I just began to ease into the brilliance …
I saw the corner of the sun
Disappearing into the blanket of clouds
Looming large, to dull the senses once more…
The light is hidden now
From plain sight.
Do know the sun is up
There may be a lull in the now
But darkness is a passing cloud
Think of it, as moments to pause
In patience for light is on the other side
Awaiting its turn to light up your day.
And yes, before I could pen these words here…
The light of dawn paints the day.
Savvy
Twilight expresses the moment of change
In the most gentle of ways.
Change that allows
Change that accepts
Change that acknowledges…
that transition takes time.
It also holds moments of awe and wonder.
Yet change is rarely felt this way…
For change can be the difference
Between the dark and light
Of the night and day.
Humans are hardwired
To fear change in doubt and uncertainty
But change is the only constant.
However… humans are also wired in hope
To trust transitions of change is hopefulness
And hope is here to stay.
Savvy
On Awareness
Between what was understood and what we understand, and what we are yet to understand, is the bridge of awareness in time.
Our shifting perspectives are simply signs of changes as we continue to flow in the river of time.
Savvy Raj
Our thoughts need space to grow
Sitting in silence
Sensing stillness
Witnessing the dance within.
As the thoughts settle
From chaos to calm
Give time to your thoughts
Countless thoughts birth itself
Some that makes you smile
Some that carry other emotions
Your thoughts have a reason to be
Let them come and go
Like nature evolves in time
Thoughts have a life time too.
Think well… Life blooms.
On blooming
Cultivate in your children a thinking mind
Guide them to steer it to a thoughtful mind
Cultivate in your children a grateful heart
Guide them to deeds of goodwill.
Their development begins with you
But remember the bud that blossoms to a flower
Support their journey that unfolds itself …
As every flower unfurls in its own time
Trust life to bloom.
Savvy
Calm eyes and ears
Resting and recovering
From relentless chaos
Blowing in the wind…
Seeing only a trickle of light
And sound from nature in harmony.
To energize in hope once more.
Savvy
Sharing my visual verse… inspired by the photo.
Image Credit to the unknown photographer
Meeting an old friend
A kindered spirit
Or a loved one …
The joy of uniting
After being afar
Speaks of interconnections…
Where time and space
Evaporates without a trace
In the moments together.
Its often said
Absence makes the heart
Grow fonder…
So is it the distance
That makes reunion sweeter?
Gibran wisely said…
Let there be spaces
In your togetherness
So whatever the relationship
With another or with the self , the very act of reconnecting with an old hobby, that you were once passionate about, makes it truly memorable.
For what is truly meaningful, is never lost … it’s simply awaiting a return.
Savvy
PS: The word Retourvaille (often spelled Retrouvailles in French) is a beautiful, untranslatable French word that perfectly captures a specific, deeply felt human experience.
Literally translated, it means “rediscovery” or “the finding of something again.”
As you choose to fly free
As you brave new winds
As you discover new horizons
Always remember who has your back.
The bonds of love are there for a reason…
To be nurtured and cherished by its sheer presence
For to be lovingly supported is a blessing of grace.
Savvy
An artist leaves much more
than creativity in the artwork.
There is a voice in every frame,
speaking deeply if you care to listen.
That voice carries the artist’s choices
of color and composition,
of style and strokes,
of moods and feelings
breathed into the birth of art.
The artist speaks through the work.
The energy of the artist is embedded
in words, in lines, in shapes and forms.
When a piece feels complete,
the artist releases it to the world.
And yet, the energy lives on,
transforming itself through time
and the spaces it inhabits.
Art is transformed again
in translation and interpretation,
reshaped by those who encounter it.
As creators, whether of images or words,
our work continues to live,
each viewer or reader sensing its energy uniquely.
And so it flows…
transforming itself in time.
Savvy Raj
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