Sky above, earth below, and fire within, As I stand here, Under the canopy of twinkling stars in the sky, Sensing the nourishing earth under my feet, And the fire ablaze, in the spirit of my soul.
The fire within, I nurture , As passion that fuels, my soul A purpose that ignites, and a will to succeed, A heart that beats, a dream to be freed.
Watching the sky above, clouds floating by, Like a bird soaring I choose to fly, And I wonder of infinite possibilities, Until the setting sun, draws the moon at night.
I feel the fertile ground Sense the abundance of nature. A garden of life. In every breathing life, is a universe within, Bountiful beauty, to inspire dreams.
Sky above, earth below and fire within, A journey of life, with a prayer in hope To meet the mornings, awaiting the purpose of life. With the spirit ablaze in my beating heart.
All That You Seek Around You Already Have Within You
All the knowing That you may need You have enough Seek your truth Around and within You are enough Already all is within you Have trust hope and faith Within you all is awaiting You to know, You.
You will continue to suffer if you have an emotional reaction to everything that is said to you True power is sitting back and observing things with logic. True power is restraint. If words control you that means everyone else can control you. Breathe and allow things to pass
What I wrote yesterday And what I write today Depends on what inspired Between the then and now.
Often as a writer If I take a stand And my words Are strong enough To impact another In more ways than one…
Simply know I write With all my heart and soul And trust myself, to let it go To make space in me For more to explore and discover.
As any poet will, I witness and listen To each moment As it plays out And I sense and feel When I think and write…
Choose not to see me In these words, What I will write about next Is mystery to me too… For as any creative artist I may choose to make words dance For me and for you..
Different dances For different days Some light and breezy Some deep and intense.
Sometimes words emerge Out of nowhere To self arrange themselves All I do is follow the flow…
Sometimes these words strike A chord deep in you and me And that is where the words Find their purpose to be.
Words are mere words Feelings make all the difference And feelings differ day to day… So read my words, as you please For I choose to let it go.
If I were to keep feelings aside I would perhaps become cold And impersonal Perhaps I may function perfectly Like a robot. Wonder if I would be well at all For feelings are a great balancer.
To repress our feelings And take decisions would make our decisions lopsided.
I am therefore I feel I feel therefore I am.
Whether it’s personal or professional decisions, our feelings do make a difference and play a role in our decisions. We can perhaps bring to awareness how we are feeling in the Now and use this mindfully to bring a sense of balance in our thoughts & actions. But to think or say, we can be completely devoid of it is not necessarily true for we are built in such a way where our emotions, feelings and our thoughts in every moment is deeply interconnected, in more ways than one.
Feelings of empathy compassion and acts of kindness are deeply entwined.
How you are being in the now has much to do with how you are feeling.
To do anything well you need all of you & your senses to come together. How we choose to act upon our feelings and in what manner will depend on us.
Sharing a thought provoking forward that came my way…
I was 9.
There was pensive silence at home when days after the happy news of my dads promotion in a nationalised bank he received orders of transfer as a branch manager to a small village in Rajasthan. We were then in Ahmedabad and this also happened to be the time he was building a house next to our ancestral home.
I had seen him struggle with numbers, adding, subtracting, circling staff loans and FDs he would break and putting a question mark against a few empty spaces in the total.
A house is usually a one time in one life effort so everyone goes all out and makes that one room more than what can be afforded and still finds one room less than what was needed. Javed Akhtar puts it beautifully बम्बई में बस एक ही गम हैं, हरेकके पास एक कमरा कम हे.
The joint family home housed 14 of us from age 5 to 95 years.
Today I watch both the houses abandoned and nature taking over the garden my mother used to tend for hours every day. The Jamun, the Drumstick a few Ashok, Neem and Peepal have survived but all beauty is both transient and fragile and the law of entropy powerful. The lovely flowers of myriad colours are all gone. I wonder what happened to the peacock family that came everyday and ate from my moms hand. The Bulbul, the sparrows, the parrots, spotted flycatchers, Cuckoos, a huge troop of monkeys that once in a month would upset the order of the place.
Once people leave, a home becomes a house. Initially I didn’t feel like selling and now I don’t feel like going. Time has taken away ten of its fourteen occupants.
I walk around our neighbourhood and see similar fate of so many homes once full of life now replaced or lying still.
Why do we stretch and stress to build houses? In most cases our kids won’t need it or worse fight over it. What is this human folly of attempting permanent ownership in a leased life with an uncertain tenure given by a landlord whose terms are non-negotiable and there is no court of appeal.
One day all we have built with love and EMIs will either be demolished, fought over, sold or lie in ruins.
Every time I fill a form that asks for ‘permanent address’ I smile at human folly.
There is a Zen story that an old monk walked into a Kings palace demanding he wanted to spend the night in this Inn and the guards told him, “What Inn, can’t you see its a palace?”. The monk said “I came here a few decades back someone was staying there, a few years later someone else took the throne from him, then someone else. Any place where the occupant keeps changing is an Inn.”
George Carlin says “house is just a place where you keep your stuff as you go out and get more stuff”.
As houses get bigger families get smaller. When the house has occupants, we desire privacy and when the nest empties we crave for company.
Birds and Animals must be laughing at us humans that give up living in order to build their dream home and in the end depart the Inn they mistook as a permanent residence.
Sharing an interesting read that came my way today… Life is to thrive
One day a farmer’s donkey fell into a well. The animal cried loudly for hours, while the farmer tried to find something to do to get him out.
Finally, the farmer decided that the donkey was old and the well was already dry and needed to be covered anyway; that it really wasn’t worth pulling the donkey out of the well..
He invited all his neighbors to come help him. They each grabbed a shovel and began to throw dirt into the well.
The donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly loud. Then, to everyone’s surprise, he quieted down after a few shovelfuls of dirt.
The farmer finally looked down into the well and was amazed at what he saw… with each shovelful of dirt, the donkey was doing something incredible: It was shaking off the dirt and stepping on top of the dirt.
Very soon everyone saw surprised how the donkey reached the mouth of the well, went over the edge and trotted out…
Life is going to throw dirt at you, all kinds of dirt… the trick to getting out of the hole is to shake it off and use it to step up. Each of our problems is a step up. We can get out of the deepest holes if we don’t give up…
Use the land they throw you to get ahead!!!
Remember the 5 rules to be happy:
Free your heart from hate.
Free your Mind of distractions.
Simplify your life.
Give more and expect less.
Love more and… shake the dirt, because in this life you have to be a solution, not the problem.
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