The vibrancy of nature The adaptability of creation The constancy of change The arresting colours Unshackling of spirit The inter connections Soulful vibes and sounds Imparting wisdom profound And not to forget The enthralling views Are all things I love about nature What about you?
Between and betwixt The light & dark There is a phase of blur Wherein clarity is embedded.
In this momentary distortion The phase holds the potential For infinite possibilities. Awaiting its turn to appear Blur may seem bleary, But like a bud holds the bloom Blur holds the moment of clarity.
Fear not the blur It’s a transient phenomenon Like all things Change is the only constant.
An embodiment of uncertainty Of the uncomfortable reality Blur takes its time to clear Like a foggy winters day.
It makes you imagine your truths In the shadows of grey Between the black & white Blur may seem challenging But it provokes perception To decipher this dance of illusion & reality
A scent that calls in a deeper breath…while savoring the sensation…
‘Petrichor’ is one of the fragrances that is earthy yet divine to me . There is something grounding and yet ethereal in its ephemeral smell. Taking me to places and spaces I cannot fathom, yet moves me.Evoking emotions in the memories and invoking pleasant feelings of playing in the fields following the first rain. I am also reminded of green woody forests,with tall trees, where the air is pristine and pure.
I sense the freshness of first rain on earth in its smell enveloping me. Just a whiff and it transports me to many realms of my own being, as it invigourates me. I can never stop appreciating it… and can never have enough of it.
Do you like the fresh fragrance of first rain on dry earth?
Below I share what I answered, to my friend who posed this question…
When I close my eyes
When I close my eyes I see the world within As I open myself to receive The truths of my soul. I connect with my being Becoming aware of my breathe… In every inhale and exhale I envision the river… Of love, joy & hope flowing And I flow along moving as one I sense the spring well Of gifts from nature. In the receiving, I acknowledge The infinite abundance within in gratitude I am more me in the sharing And I become aware… How my spirit is joy cannot be contained It has to flow as it’s meant to From and through me… For it has a purpose beyond me.
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