It’s early evening
The sunlight is still filtering in
I sit back, after a walk.
It feels like a balmy dusk
Watching dappled rain drops
Falling on verdant leaves 🍃
Petrichor fills the air
Rising from the earth
Sensing the glimmers of this now.
Serenading my senses, in serendipity…
Savvy
Look up
The same sky that brought the storm
Brings forth the sunshine
What more proof do you need,
To trust that it will soon change?
Whatever it is,
Better times are around the bend.
Savvy
On a moonlit night
Embalmed in its luminescence.
Bathed in its argent glow
Graced by the peace in the beam
Radiance lingers in its pearlescent reflection
Drawing us to look upwards
As we are enveloped by its lovely light.
Savvy
What’s different about you, after the storm ?
Are you hardened and toughened by it ?
Or are you more humane, compassionate and gentler as a human after the storm ?
It all depends on you
And how you choose to perceive it.
Perhaps the storm teaches you to steel the self
And create a self preservation shield from such experiences.
On the other hand it could make you more alive to life and the preciousness of now.
As you choose to live and love the life you have left than simply exist in the moments. ✨️
#Life Life Lovingly ❤️
This post actually was inspired by a comment from my dear friend on WordPress over the years and most of all, a truly empowered and brilliant author Maggie Watson.
Her comment made me stop and think of how much even a mention of the word,’ Storm’ can conjure up. And how much those who have survived it may be feeling … each of these bravehearts may have a different tale to tell.
Yet the truth is their heart beats to the preciousness of this now.
Savvy
Storms rage and ravage
They lay waste the efforts
And destruct many a lives.
Yet they rise, only to fall
When the storm subsides
The world picks up the pieces
Of the then and now…
To build again in hope
That tommorow is another new day.
But storms that pass, often leave imprints;
Of traumas in those testing times
Of fear in the back of the mind.
They appear in dreams
Almost as if it is reality.
They create confusion in the sanest of times
But when the heart knows
That fear is just the mind
Playing its tricks again.
It becomes brave
And continues to beat stronger
And life dances to its beats…
For it has survived the storm.
Rest all is history 💙
Storms have a way of playing with our life even when they have long subsided.
The brewing storm in our thoughts and dreams may seem fearful yet they also bring perspective to empower ourselves.
I write these verses inspired by the reading the title and verses of this poem, this morning. Thank you 🙏 poeticmobility.
And the image here is from my Ai artwork collections, for I somehow feel it belongs here as well.
I leave a question here for you to reflect upon…
Every life has survived its own share of storms
Leaving much wisdom in the learnings behind.
What lesson has your heart learned after the storm?
Savvy Raj
If you could turn the key to a door that opens up to a place somewhere right now…
Where does your imagination take you?
Near mountains
Near water sources
Green spaces
Or spiritual spaces
Or somewhere where your heart is calling out?
What is your favourite kind of place?
Or is your desire to stay
Wherever you are,
Stronger than anything else?
Sometimes in the middle of movements there is a desire for stillness
In the middle of hectic days…
For the quietness of calm.
And sometimes amidst silence
There is much going on…
The mind is steering the wheel
Both movement and stillness
Are part of the journey.
And the desire to drive on
Explore discover the world
And what it has to offer
Is something that happens
To evolve every life.
Savvy
A river runs its course
Shifting its shape
It meanders through
Yet is perseverant enough
In reaching the sea
Yet,all in its own time.
Its persistence legendary
In carved imprints
On rocks and stones
Making its way in the flow
A river is a transporter
That lifts and deposits
Nurturing ecosystems
Dedicated in purpose
To reach the sea.
Savvy
Birthing a new world
Giving shape to imagination
Seeding trees of possibilities
Bearing fruits in the passion
Creating energy in the synergy
Making the words come alive
Writing is literally magic…
Savvy
An interesting dawn
I woke up earlier than dawn today.
And positioned myself in my favorite space
To watch the glorious dawn
Before I could realise
A bright orange ball
Just popped up over the horizon…
It was as if the sun was in a hurry
To awaken the world & light the day.
As I just began to ease into the brilliance …
I saw the corner of the sun
Disappearing into the blanket of clouds
Looming large, to dull the senses once more…
The light is hidden now
From plain sight.
Do know the sun is up
There may be a lull in the now
But darkness is a passing cloud
Think of it, as moments to pause
In patience for light is on the other side
Awaiting its turn to light up your day.
And yes, before I could pen these words here…
The light of dawn paints the day.
Savvy
Twilight expresses the moment of change
In the most gentle of ways.
Change that allows
Change that accepts
Change that acknowledges…
that transition takes time.
It also holds moments of awe and wonder.
Yet change is rarely felt this way…
For change can be the difference
Between the dark and light
Of the night and day.
Humans are hardwired
To fear change in doubt and uncertainty
But change is the only constant.
However… humans are also wired in hope
To trust transitions of change is hopefulness
And hope is here to stay.
Savvy
Over the years
Living life teaches much.
Every person in your life
has an unique role to play.
Sometimes they are necessary for you
at times, you are necessary for them.
Life happens along the way,
leaving lessons fine.
Your emotional equation matters more than you think.
Choose to spend time with those who lift you up.
Those who bring cheer and smile to your face.
Choose your circle, its your right.
Choose wisely and you can be where you want to be…
You have one life.
Choose well…
Savvy
It was like a painting
That I could not forget
In the streets of Paris
Where artists paint
In passionate fervour.
The stark shape of lines
Bold colors that speak
Of the creator’s confidence.
The play of contrasts
In the light & dark.
The arresting silhouette
Almost molded to form.
An awe-inspiring design.
Displayed in the window
It caught my eye…
The dress was mesmerizing
No, not in a delicate way
It was quite the opposite.
It spoke to me
Of a certain power play
It had me thinking
Who will don it?
Power in a dress?
A dress can do much for your confidence
You can own the dress and the world …
With the right kind of dress.
Would you agree?
And tell me…
When I started the above poem with the line
It was like a painting…
Did you think it could be about a dress ?
If you did…
Did you think of it as something that flowed with beauty?
And what else would your imagination associate with a beautiful painting, I would love to know.
Savvy
Letting go of one’s space
Is not easy
For it is akin to relinquishment.
Knowing how time and space
And all the other elements
Are never the same again.
Yet these experiences
manifest themselves
In the journey of life
Perhaps one or many times
For in that kind of letting go,
The ego of knowing
And assuming dissolves
Yielding space for wisdom.
Like learning is also unlearning…
Wisdom is wise in its ways.
It prefers space
And room to evolve
For it knows only too well
What is, is not all…
Change is the only constant.
Evolving through it all
Wisdom finds its space to be.
Savvy
P.S.:
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?
I’d love to read your thoughts below.
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.
Savvy
Right here
In the middle
Lives transformation.
Change starts
In the middle of it all
In the feeling
In the awareness
That something
Is happening.
So, true transformation too is not a one off act in the edge of things or only where you are pushed to the extremes. True change for the better lives in the middle of consistent moments of effort coupled with awareness.
It could start right now in the middle of it all.
Are you here in this now?
Savvy
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