These verses found their way to flow, on a particularly quiet dawn in moments of contemplation.
Sensing how letting go is not easy in our clinging to the past, be it the wins or misses and how wisdom needs space to evolve.
And most of all as a reminder that instead of holding on to the weight of the past, if we only could allow ourselves to be in the lightness of this now…
What is that one thought or habit you’ve had to “unlearn” recently to make room for something new?
How far have we come From the many versions of ourselves In this river of time Where like water, that flows onwards Time can never be visited backwards… Only in memories Held within the hearts & minds Reminding us of the paths traveled in time.
Life continues to evolve in every now.
As life flows on …
Colouring itself
Along the way.
I share this above digital artwork here from back in time…when AI prompting and image creation was very nascent.
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.”
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.
When was the last time you felt the charismatic power of calm?
What does calm feel like to you in this now?
What is the distance between you and your sense of calm?
Where & how do you think you can find your calm?
The morning moments
My morning moments have the preciousness of calm for me.I choose dawn to intend the calm for the day ahead. In the quiet moments of dawn where the world is still sleeping, I find my creative state of flow. Although I have been able to connect with my calm through the day, the vibes of this part of the day resonate so much. The early morning sets the tone of the day for me.
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