I write when I am charged with an idea an inspiration. Or perhaps when there is nothing else to do.
I write to balance my emotions whenever it needs equilibrium.
I write to flow with the moment with a thought that aligns, as it calls on me and as I write, at times emerges into a pattern, in prose or verse.
I write to understand better when thoughts overpower…overstimulate the mind.
I write to let go and send out all that comes to my mind which I feel and hope can make a positive difference, somewhere to someone reading me.
I write at times in deliberation too to process and synthesise new understandings.
I write to unshackle from the many convictions I may unknowingly hold. As I write they break loose from restrictive spaces and help to align my thoughts in the sifting.
I write to express the bounties of life that I’m blessed to enjoy in gratitude.
I write to sense the bliss of being… with all of me in the moment.
When words propose in a flow That is persuading and all pervading No matter the rhyme or form It becomes poetry Creating a zen like feeling That makes you want to be In that state of awareness Inspite of knowing Everything moves on…
Have you ever been enticed by the eloquence of words?
Personally I have many favorites
But these profound words by Gibran deeply impacted me… Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
Infact all the lines that follow are equally poignant as well as profound.
So much wisdom in those words for life and living.
Which is your favorite piece of poetry? Do your remember those verses vividly ?
It’s balmy weather It’s early morning The sun is moving In and out of the trees Traveling with me As I am walking… The chirping birds Awakening the world With hope fulness The wind is resting Perhaps still to awaken The clouds are clearing Heralding the light In the mighty tree A few yards from me I see a beautiful vision… Cont’d
Three trees in a forest were talking about their dreams.
First tree said, I want to become a beautiful chest & lots of precious treasures should be stored in me.
Second tree said, i want to become a magnificent ship to carry great kings & queens safely across the ocean, even in storms.
Third one told I want to become the tallest tree in this forest. My height should reach the sky that I should think I am near God.
After some time people came to the forest to cut the trees.
They came near the first tree and said this seems like a strong tree. We will sell this to a carpenter who will make boxes. The tree became happy that its wish is getting fulfilled.
Second tree they decided that it would be suitable to build a ship. The tree was happy that it would finally become a ship.
They saw the third tree and didn’t think of any great use . So it was made to logs n stored.
The carpenter made a box out of the first tree to store hay in a shed. Second one was made into a small fishing boat. The third tree was lying as log n stored. Thus all their dreams were shattered.
Time went by. The trees had forgotten their dreams.
One day a man n woman came to the shed. The lady delivered a baby.They put the baby on the hay in the box made of the first tree.. Immediately the tree realised that it is carrying the greatest treasure on earth.
Few years wentby. Some people were voyaging on the small boat made from the second tree. A big storm started n the tree was worried that it could not save the people it was carrying. At that time one man in the boat said to the sea, be calm. The sea became calm. The tree realised that it is carrying the king of all kings.
After some days a man was carrying the logs from the third tree & walked the street. The people on the way were ridiculing him . They reached a small hill top & the man was nailed on the log & made it stand . After three days the tree realised it was very near God as the man was Jesus Christ.
The dreams of the trees were fulfilled, but not in the way they wanted .
Similarly all our dreams will be fulfilled. May be not in the way or time we planned. But it will happen.
According to an old Native American legend, one day there was a big fire in the forest. All the animals fled in terror in all directions, because it was a very violent fire. Suddenly, the jaguar saw a hummingbird pass over his head, but in the opposite direction. The hummingbird flew towards the fire! Whatever happened, he wouldn’t stop. Moments later, the jaguar saw him pass again, this time in the same direction as the jaguar was walking. He could observe this coming and going, until he decided to ask the bird about it, because it seemed very bizarre behavior. “What are you doing, hummingbird?” he asked. “I am going to the lake,” he answered, “I drink water with my beak and throw it on the fire to extinguish it.” The jaguar laughed. ‘Are you crazy? Do you really think that you can put out that big fire on your own with your very small beak?’ ‘No,’ said the hummingbird, ‘I know I can’t. But the forest is my home. It feeds me, it shelters me and my family. I am very grateful for that. And I help the forest grow by pollinating its flowers. I am part of her and the forest is part of me. I know I can’t put out the fire, but I must do my part.’ At that moment, the forest spirits, who listened to the hummingbird, were moved by the bird and its devotion to the forest, miraculously they sent a torrential downpour, which put an end to the great fire. The Native American grandmothers would occasionally tell this story to their grandchildren, then conclude with, “Do you want to attract miracles into your life? Do your part.” “You have no responsibility to save the world or find the solutions to all problems—but to attend to your particular personal corner of the universe. As each person does that, the world saves itself.’”
If someone asks your help remember this story.
A lovely read I simply had to share. I am doing my bit…
In difficult moments Think of life As ocean waves Waltzing with the tides Highs and lows Are both part of the flow Think of yourself Realize you are Not just in the flow You are the flow!.
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