Great things can come in little packages Like a Bonsai perhaps Standing majestic and magnificent No matter the proportions
But what does it endure to be? Life without freedom Is a life of constraints & restraints A life of arrested development
Is beauty winning over freedom to be Is the desire for aesthetics and a taste of experimentation more important than freedom for living life fully Stunting growth is no way beautiful Be it Shackles on feet with chains or tight shoes in the name of beauty On the other end there are many examples of prejudices of beauty working itself in society. Delibrate acts of elongating necks with chains of gold is considered a norm in some parts of the world Why is life so brutal to life In the name of beauty?
Whoever thinks being slow is a weakness Has not understood its power
In being able to slow down The propensity to think carefully To pay attention to detail To be mindful & cautious To work with precision Steadiness and thoroughness Increases manifold.
In slowing down, nature teaches Great lessons in letting go Like time cannot be contained Moments are meant to flow It’s own course Yet the strength of the slow Is in the ability to live the now Recognizing the value of life.
There is an art of the slow Where the senses activate And creativity enhances In thinking and reflecting In careful consideration Slow is challenging for some Yet slow can be earnest practice of mindfulness Slow begets a response than reaction Slow can be about building up gradually And exploring the possibilities Of the potential in this now.
Slow can be a deliberation In patience & perseverance With an effortless grace Such is the art of the slow.
Is there a space you love to be Where you feel most you ? Where there is respite from chaos Where there is peace for the sensing What is that place for you ?
Your home or somewhere far away? While I love people and enjoy my time with them And infact get charged by some amazing conversations
I would also love to be by myself By nature preferably walking In the calm of a forest trail Or perhaps on a winding road uphill, Would love to have a flowing river by my side and most of all be surrounded by trees
Or even up the mountains Watching the world from a vantage view. And then comes the sandy beaches and sea There are of course those moments to cherish With the whistling dunes
In all I would love free spaces where I could sense the earths energy undisturbed. And be synched in for a while. May be hugging a tree or an animal
Or walking by a beautiful stream Or under a canopy of stars at night. These are spaces for me To connect deeply within.
Some paths feel closer home A river that feels cruised before The spectre of night that feels witnessed before Some places feel lived & breathed in before Memorable moments linger on Sustained as fond memories In the sensing of soulspaces.
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