Why do some lives go through
Soul stirring moments of awakenings
And some soul numbing pain?
Why do some lives, dominate the weak
And some are broken and shattered in despair beyond repair.
Why do some lives live to experience
luxurious lifestyles.
And some are born to slavery or traded
Why do some lives matter more?
Why lives lived are discriminated for its diversity of nature and differently treated?
Why day and night stops making sense for some.
We truly have no answers
But what we do now is the truth of this moment changes in the next!
That is solace enough to weather the storms.
For life is transitory and everything changes
For nothing stays the same.
This too shall pass.
Savvy
The Isha Upanishad (ईशोपनिषद्, ‘īśopaniṣad’) is one of the shortest of the Upanishads, in form more like a brief poem than a philosophical treatise, consisting of 17 or 18 verses in total. The Upanishad constitutes the final chapter (adhyāya) of the Shukla Yajurveda and survives in two versions, called Kanva (VSK) and Madhyandina (VSM).
The Isha Upanishad is significant for its description of the nature of the “Supreme Being”, exhibiting monism or a form of monotheism, referred to as Isha “Lord”. It describes this being as “unembodied, omniscient, beyond reproach, without veins, pure and uncontaminated” (verse 8), one who “moves and does not move’, who is ‘far away, but very near as well'” and who “although fixed in abode is swifter than the mind” (verses 4 & 5).
The first verse of the text has been cited as of particular importance to Vedanta or to Hinduism as a whole.
Love boomerangs It is the very nature of love. For love generates more love In the sharing is creating In the creation is the spreading Of this heartfelt expansion called love.
Love is meant to flow For life to be sustained. Love flows its course In its own time. Such is the power of love Love when channeled In goodwill transforms the world.
In this love, life is lived In this love writers write Dancers dance, artists create Poetry flows, Singers sing All in the resonance of love.
Love envelopes the whole spirit Without fear or favor For love boomerangs Such is nature of love. Sweet Love!💙💜💙
Impermanent Manifestation
The beauty of life
Is in its vulnerability
As much as its resiliency
Take a tender blooming flower
It is fragile and delicate
But it expresses itself
With all its abilities.
It surely must be sensing
The morning’s vigour & vitality
The oppression of the afternoon sun
And the looming darkness of the night.
Yet it cares not that it’s time is limited
Or when the evening shadows befall
Its purpose is fulfilling for the world to see!
Such is the beauty of impermanency.
Words are mere words
Until we take it upon ourselves
To find its meaning and relevance
Sometimes words leave imprints
Forever embedded in our hearts.
At times they feel shallow
Or, they even feel dense.
Words are mere words
Letters strung together
Picked by choice for expression
They may come through us
May be not necessarily from us.
Perhaps there is a power
That helps the words align
That creates a string of words
That touches the spirit of the soul.
Words find their own way
To arrive at an existence.
But for words to fulfill
Their purpose of creation
They have a journey that unfolds.
Words said or written in goodwill
Need to be sensed, to impact.
They need to be revived
By our heart & mind
In response than reaction
That is when words can help
To make a positive difference.
Else words will stay
Where they are
Unexplored, unknown
Unseen and unread
Unsaid and unwritten
For words are mere words.
Life is born
Thoughts arise
Creativity spurts
Dreams envisioned
Passions pursued
In hope of dawn.
Yet night falls
Beween the dawns
Some dreams shatter
In the darkness unknown
While some see
The light of day!
And Life is bettered
Such is the circle of life
Flowing in a rhythm
Of its own making!
Every Life chalks it’s path in time
Arrives its meaning for itself
The journey is unparalleled
And uniquely carved.
Such is the very nature of life
And at every moment
One can’t help
But wonder…
Such is the wonder of life!
I listened to my heart Every day As it shares from within And I write them out as words Sometimes as verses At times its 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 wisdom in the stillness.
When sounds begin too feel like music Life takes on a new meaning.
Breathing into the songs of soul
All is a matter of fine tuning Music makes my spirit come alive Melodies can make me sing along Rhythms can make my heart dance The beats can get my feet moving…
What about you? How do you relate with music? Do you have a favorite type of music? What is the music of your soul like?
When you look at other people through a lens of compassion and understanding rather than judgment and jealousy, you are better able to see them for what they are—human beings.” ~ Unknown
