I listened to my heart Every day As it shares from within And I write them out as words Sometimes as verses At times it’s measured In moderation. Its a zen moment For there is clarity In just a few words shared.
Then there are times They flow like a river A torrent in a current Patterning itself In its own making Words come through me As if it needs to be spoken Sharing the sensitivity Of the moments at hand. I listen simply with rapt attention. For in the slightest flutter In every movement in the moments Or the depth of silence. There is always something more.
On Kindness Kindle the kindness It’s the springwell of love For love is limitless Kindness generates Heartfelt abundance From one to another Creating magic in action Be it in words thoughts or deeds.
That best portion of a man’s life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love. William Wordsworth
There is a time and reason for every season For if all the seasons manifested together There would be calamity.
There is always a reason to things To questions and answers
If every lifes purpose asserted itself in this now. There would be no tommorow… Life is meant to go on To live and learn To explore and discover To hope and await To look forward to…
So acknowledge the learnings that happen In a lifetime… All at the right time.
The gift of life!
It’s ours to take care.
We have another gift in and around us.
It’s in which we are.
The gift of this world!
It’s a gift we have for a while with us.
So that we can pass it on, to our children.
Let’s value the gifts we have.
Let’s remember to sense its preciousness.
Let’s never take it for granted.
When you arrive at being comfortable being yourself,and in front of others, your gifts will shine through and you will make a positive impact on this world.
Sometimes people unknowningly say things that hurt or upset another.
Today was one of those days. I chanced upon one of my old poems on letting go in forgiveness and it made much sense. I was able to move beyond simply by acknowledging the truth in those verses.
Sometimes you sense Life taking you to places Leading you to pathways Moving towards you. Sometimes you notice Signs that speak to you Appearing and disappearing. From anywhere to nowhere. It’s for you to understand The significance of the signs Now is the time to free your mind, To listen in keen awareness, And trust in the Universe There is always a reason Nothing is coincidental.
“To listen entails a fundamental letting go of self-centeredness. We have to be willing to put down our own thoughts, views, and feelings temporarily to truly listen.”
A flower doesn’t stop being beautiful just because somebody walks by without noticing it, nor does it cease to be fragrant if its scent is taken for granted. The flower just continues to be its glorious self: elegant, graceful, and magnificent.
Our Mother Nature has provided us with these immeasurably valuable teachers that blossom despite their short lifespan, stars that continue to shine even if we fail to stare at them, and trees that don’t take it personally if we never bow down in gratitude for the oxygen they provide.
We also have an incredible and unlimited capacity to love, but the question is: Can we do it like a flower? Without needing to be admired, adored, or even noticed? Can we open our hearts completely to give, forgive, celebrate, and joyfully live our lives without hesitation or need for reciprocity?
It seems like sometimes we go beyond taking things personally and are noticeably deflated when unappreciated. In fact, devastated, we wilt in sorrow and then attempt to guard ourselves by withholding, using all sorts of protections and defenses. We get hurt (even angry) if our boss fails to recognize an astonishing feat, if a lover pulls their hand away, or when a friend forgets our birthday. Can you imagine a flower copping an attitude for not being praised, or the moon dimming its glow because we’re too self-absorbed to notice it more often?
Make an effort to shine NO MATTER WHAT, to love unconditionally, and to be a kind and gentle soul (even when nobody is watching).
And, if you’re so inclined, hug the next tree you see and say, “Thank you!”
~ Excerpt from Buddhist Boot Camp by Timber Hawkeye
Savvy Raj 