Recently a reader mentioned he was stymied…
By the following line in one of my previous post
‘Covet not what you cannot share.’
Let me explain..
The very act of coveting
Is yearning to possess
That which does not belong
Act of possession is not love
True love is about freedom
Every person has both
Freedom and limitations Such is the law of nature.
When man unknowingly
Or knowingly covets beyond
Nature is displaced and broken
Then energies shift
And all hell breaks loose
Every word spoken or written
Can effect someone somewhere
So important to know
And discern with care
Else all the wisdom of life
Becomes meaningless.
Living your truths is fine
As long as you don’t impinge others
As long as you respect life
Around you to have theirs.
Share your truths if you wish
But do not share what is not yours.
For that is an act of trangression
A violation of natures
Code of conduct!
Every moment in time Is a gift of God. In both the so called Good and bad
The easy and difficult times There is always a learning To sense and understand To evolve along the path.
Yet I am a lover of the mornings…
It gives me hope to look forward to No matter the darkness of the night. One more chance to make life better To share and create To heal and to help another There is a beauty in every dawn The way the sun rises every day The way the darkness gives in to light
I am more me in the mornings I enjoy the waking moments unhurried I revel in the now in the bliss of bless I witness the dance of light at dawn As the sun beams its rays across As earth awakens itself from slumber
The chirping birds fill me with joy Its not noise to me, its a song Of motivation and energy To carry on through the day. Mornings share hope for the day Do give yourself an early start Make mornings work for you Bask in the grace of light.
The Synergy of the sun is upon you!
Know the mornings after a rested night Are specially conducive to invoke Your creativity in the things you do So write create draw paint sing & dance.
Sleep not the mornings away. What a waste of life’s inspiration it would be Remember… Every morning is a gift to yourself To unbox and release hope some more.
Life and living can be both beautiful and challenging beyond compare…
Touched by these heartfelt words I came across so much that I just had to share..
“Take me out to the street, son, I still have good legs. If I walk with you, I won’t feel old … Invite me to your home, son, Sunday morning; to share your good table and feel accompanied … Talk to me with love, son, don’t challenge me or shake me; we old people are like children we like to be pampered, to smile without discomfort … Celebrate my birthdays, don’t criticize my follies; I’ll try to be brave, even if bitterness arises … Don’t push me away from you, don’t talk to me in anger; I still have my mind clear, the memories of the past … Come visit me at home, my son, I will not ask you for anything; just your presence and contemplate your face … Don’t leave me sad and alone, don’t put me to bed; the doctors are wrong, the pain is in the soul … ”
On Caring…
Care to give of yourself Someday you may need it too!
Age is no bar To create a value For age is just a number.
Experience of living, matters.
Treat life with care For life comes a full circle.
Life can at times be lonely Make time to be present In the life of those who need you.
Just a bit of your time A kind word or deed Will make all the difference.
Express kindness Your near and dear ones Need to sense it. Show empathy Share the love.
There are few gifts Of life in the living Like joy of laughter Like the happiness of smiles Like the sharing of loving kindness Like sensing of gratitude
They add to your life They heal your being Body mind and Soul. The more you have it And live expressing it The better the health of your heart.
A good thought A good deed A good laugh And all is well In the lightness of being.
A borderless world
Overflowing abundance
In the kindness of being.
Beyond assumptions
Notions & judgments
In fear and confusion
Over man made division.
The beauty of creation
Survives the human frailties.
The world without borders
Is one of awe and intrigue
Of the alluring mystic
Of all pervading consciousness.
Of manifestations beyond compare
Of artistry beyond words
All strewn for us to sense
In the tapestry of life.
Interweaved interconnects
Unraveled in interdependence
Such is the true nature of elements
Of Creation at its best!
Sail through life
Steering away from density
Be in the moment.
Live fully.
Rest easy sleep well
Be generous be mindful
Let your moves be wise
Choose well.
Be safe than sorry!
Let your boat of life be light
Burden it not by overloading
For it gets difficult to carry
The weight of your burdens
Be light and sail on
In the lightness of being.
Why do some lives go through
Soul stirring moments of awakenings
And some soul numbing pain?
Why do some lives, dominate the weak
And some are broken and shattered in despair beyond repair.
Why do some lives live to experience
luxurious lifestyles.
And some are born to slavery or traded
Why do some lives matter more?
Why lives lived are discriminated for its diversity of nature and differently treated?
Why day and night stops making sense for some.
We truly have no answers
But what we do now is the truth of this moment changes in the next!
That is solace enough to weather the storms.
For life is transitory and everything changes
For nothing stays the same.
This too shall pass.
Savvy
Love boomerangs It is the very nature of love. For love generates more love In the sharing is creating In the creation is the spreading Of this heartfelt expansion called love.
Love is meant to flow For life to be sustained. Love flows its course In its own time. Such is the power of love Love when channeled In goodwill transforms the world.
In this love, life is lived In this love writers write Dancers dance, artists create Poetry flows, Singers sing All in the resonance of love.
Love envelopes the whole spirit Without fear or favor For love boomerangs Such is nature of love. Sweet Love!💙💜💙
Impermanent Manifestation
The beauty of life
Is in its vulnerability
As much as its resiliency
Take a tender blooming flower
It is fragile and delicate
But it expresses itself
With all its abilities.
It surely must be sensing
The morning’s vigour & vitality
The oppression of the afternoon sun
And the looming darkness of the night.
Yet it cares not that it’s time is limited
Or when the evening shadows befall
Its purpose is fulfilling for the world to see!
Such is the beauty of impermanency.
Words are mere words
Until we take it upon ourselves
To find its meaning and relevance
Sometimes words leave imprints
Forever embedded in our hearts.
At times they feel shallow
Or, they even feel dense.
Words are mere words
Letters strung together
Picked by choice for expression
They may come through us
May be not necessarily from us.
Perhaps there is a power
That helps the words align
That creates a string of words
That touches the spirit of the soul.
Words find their own way
To arrive at an existence.
But for words to fulfill
Their purpose of creation
They have a journey that unfolds.
Words said or written in goodwill
Need to be sensed, to impact.
They need to be revived
By our heart & mind
In response than reaction
That is when words can help
To make a positive difference.
Else words will stay
Where they are
Unexplored, unknown
Unseen and unread
Unsaid and unwritten
For words are mere words.
The Way of the Universe is Abundance It is the way of nature. We come from it and we are nature. Our deepest intentions Find its way to fulfillment in time.
What is important is trustfulness In faith of the flow In belief and hope For as you ensivision The truth manifests itself.
Stay patient Trust life To unravel itself And deliver in time.
Once a Crow, holding on to a piece of meat was flying to a place to sit & eat peacefully…
However, a flock of Eagles who were flying nearby started chasing it. The crow became scared & anxious. It started flying higher and higher, yet the much stronger eagles were after the poor crow.
Just then “Garuda” saw the plight and pain in the eyes of the crow. Coming closer to the crow, he asked:
“What’s wrong, dear? You seem to be very “disturbed” and in terrible “stress”?”..
The crow cried “Look at these eagles!! They are after me – to kill me”.
Garuda being the bird of wisdom spoke “Oh my friend!! They are not after you to kill you!! In fact, they are after that piece of meat that you are holding tightly in your beak”. Just drop it and see what happens.
The crow followed the advice of Garuda and dropped the piece of meat, and lo & behold..
All the eagles in a mad rush flew towards the falling meat.
Garuda smiled and said “The Pain is only till you hold on to it” Just Drop” it & release the “Pain”..
The crow just bowed and said “Thank You for your wise advice.. I dropped this piece of meat & now, I can fly even higher without tension..”
*There is a message in this story for all of us :*
1. People carry the huge burden called “Ego,” which creates a false identity about oneself, like – ” I am so & so, I should be loved, I need to be respected, I need to be invited.. etc… ..
_Just Drop_ – this silly “Ego” & assumption about yourself & see what happens..
2. People get irritated instantly by “others actions or words” .. It could be anyone – friend, parents, children, colleagues, spouse etc….. and instantly the sparks of Anger get ignited & one starts fuming ..
_Just Drop…._ this senseless “negative feeling” & see what happens..
3. People compare themselves with others.. in beauty, wealth, life style, marks, talent and appraisals and get disturbed & insecure…
forgetting the fact that We must be grateful with what we have … ..”
_Just Drop_…- these silly comparisons, negative emotions & see what happens..
Some people are attached in a negative way to their jobs, their material possessions, their dear ones..which creates more harm than good..
_Just Drop_..detach yourself.. drop the burden of attachment & see what happens..
Probably, that’s the reason why in temples ash (vibuthi) is given to devotees – To constantly remind us.. we are nothing but dust.
*_We have risen from the Dust & unto Dust we shall return.._*
On Caring…
Savvy Raj 
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