I came across a set of some very fancy words today …
And I immediately couldn’t resist finding the string of connection in them.
It all began, having a little reverie Laying at early dawn, sensing the peiskos. With open French windows It was a gentle, zephyr morning My heart was in a fika state. Feeling the munificience my thoughts were aliferous As a philocalist of nature It felt as if there was redemancy from nature In the querencia of my being.
I enjoyed this little creative writing practice for today.
Yes,I must add some of these words were completely new to me that I checked their meanings. And some I have come across earlier .
I have highlighted all the words .If you enjoy this, feel free to string your own versions of verses incorporating all these words and share them below. Would love to read.
Art of creativity Is to acknowledge The flow of possibilities Shaping seemingly Lifeless matter To birthing life in art
Creating anything Requires trustfulness Needs effort and focus And ability to adapt A willingness to attempt Acceptance of errors And perseverance to go on To the shifting perspectives In creative associations Adding curiousity of a child Of awe, wonder & joy.
To train the self Body mind & spirit To think like a creator Is to acknowledge in confidence That within us rests Possibilities in potential Of infinite creative capabilities.
P.s : I enjoyed painting this Art work above. It was created by me on my phone while traveling somewhere in Europe.
Tap away the voice in your head. Tap into your own healing touch. Tap away the doubt and hesitation. Tap into the ray of light.
Tap away the fear and confusion. Tap into self-confidence and dare. Tap away anger and disconnect. Tap into your inner wisdom.
Tap away mindless distractions. Tap into your inner silence. Tap away the ego that bounds you Tap into the dark spaces & let light in.
Yes, tapping away and tapping into, is a critical holistic skill for a more balanced life. While it’s not as easy as it sounds , for tapping away and into your healing energy can be both an emotional experience, yet the body regenerates itself in the journey of love & light.
Crossing over Bridges of time Beginning to end Ending to begin again In body spirit & souls Infinite forms of expressions Between betwixt & beyond Bonding new & old In part & whole Tuning into the sounds Of harmony & rhythm Inexplicable joys Of moments in movements As paths are splayed Across time to tide over In every moment The choice is yours to take.
Peace of calm Ease of soul Are two things I sense In these serene morning moments Whether it’s the weather here A gentle breeze & blissful cool Adding to it all, I know not But it’s a wonderful start…
Is the form you see Exactly the form I see Perhaps they differ In the way we choose to interpret.
Is form the mark of reality Does being formless makes it unreal Is form the contention To know the real and unreal.
Forms are shaped by intentions In dedication & deliberation. For forms become fleeting memories Perishing in the sands of time.
While the formless evolves in the heart Holding up to unfathomable faith They may live on in the silent knowing Of unspoken trust in the being.
Discernment of the forms In the inner recesses of the heart and the mind Waltzes the consciousness of the being In States of knowing ,of the truth of light
A light of wisdom That takes many forms Million times over To show the path of truth.
The path is lit As the steps are taken The forms manifest in the interactions Of vibrations in resonance.
Between these Illuminating illusions Of the form and formless What is real and unreal All are just reflections in the dimensions.
In the beam of even one moment of truth Is the convergence of envisioning Forms and formless become one Conveying the message safely home.
Today am happy to share an introspective piece of poetry by my mother Anjana.
Mind The strange , invisible me Playing me like a puppet In its hands.
All of a sudden When in a group of happy hearts The neurons in my grey cells suddenly switch some remote thoughts Buried deep in my memory folds . And lo, amidst the laughter and gaiety I shrink to my own self, Away from this Now n Joy.
Amidst a mourning group, Or sad events, It strings the tune of Blessed moments Making me smile within myself.
How powerful are The seeds of thoughts Arising from the depth of mind Controlling my moods, words and actions.
It makes me dance to its tunes. I become a slave to its Whims and fancies Losing control of my own self And repenting later.
All happens in spite of learning about awareness and detachment. When I will learn to tame The wild horse, And become the master from slave.?
A street of yesterday comes to mind echoes of children’s laughter Sipping on a juicy cola bar right out of school.
A fruit seller with ripe berries outside the school Children thronging around buying berries from pocket money. How inexpensive was the joys of then! On the other end of the street was their ever popular mango seller, selling spicy salted raw mango slices, all mouth watering delight of then. And yes, the memories of the temple lane right across lined with tiny flowers shops Scents of fresh fragrance of flowers wafting in … Reminiscences of life, so non-fussy & simple.
Savvy Raj 
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