Recently a reader mentioned he was stymied…
By the following line in one of my previous post
‘Covet not what you cannot share.’
Let me explain..
The very act of coveting
Is yearning to possess
That which does not belong
Act of possession is not love
True love is about freedom
Every person has both
Freedom and limitations Such is the law of nature.
When man unknowingly
Or knowingly covets beyond
Nature is displaced and broken
Then energies shift
And all hell breaks loose
Every word spoken or written
Can effect someone somewhere
So important to know
And discern with care
Else all the wisdom of life
Becomes meaningless.
Living your truths is fine
As long as you don’t impinge others
As long as you respect life
Around you to have theirs.
Share your truths if you wish
But do not share what is not yours.
For that is an act of trangression
A violation of natures
Code of conduct!
Every moment in time Is a gift of God. In both the so called Good and bad
The easy and difficult times There is always a learning To sense and understand To evolve along the path.
Yet I am a lover of the mornings…
It gives me hope to look forward to No matter the darkness of the night. One more chance to make life better To share and create To heal and to help another There is a beauty in every dawn The way the sun rises every day The way the darkness gives in to light
I am more me in the mornings I enjoy the waking moments unhurried I revel in the now in the bliss of bless I witness the dance of light at dawn As the sun beams its rays across As earth awakens itself from slumber
The chirping birds fill me with joy Its not noise to me, its a song Of motivation and energy To carry on through the day. Mornings share hope for the day Do give yourself an early start Make mornings work for you Bask in the grace of light.
The Synergy of the sun is upon you!
Know the mornings after a rested night Are specially conducive to invoke Your creativity in the things you do So write create draw paint sing & dance.
Sleep not the mornings away. What a waste of life’s inspiration it would be Remember… Every morning is a gift to yourself To unbox and release hope some more.
Life and living can be both beautiful and challenging beyond compare…
Touched by these heartfelt words I came across so much that I just had to share..
“Take me out to the street, son, I still have good legs. If I walk with you, I won’t feel old … Invite me to your home, son, Sunday morning; to share your good table and feel accompanied … Talk to me with love, son, don’t challenge me or shake me; we old people are like children we like to be pampered, to smile without discomfort … Celebrate my birthdays, don’t criticize my follies; I’ll try to be brave, even if bitterness arises … Don’t push me away from you, don’t talk to me in anger; I still have my mind clear, the memories of the past … Come visit me at home, my son, I will not ask you for anything; just your presence and contemplate your face … Don’t leave me sad and alone, don’t put me to bed; the doctors are wrong, the pain is in the soul … ”
On Caring…
Care to give of yourself Someday you may need it too!
Age is no bar To create a value For age is just a number.
Experience of living, matters.
Treat life with care For life comes a full circle.
Life can at times be lonely Make time to be present In the life of those who need you.
Just a bit of your time A kind word or deed Will make all the difference.
Express kindness Your near and dear ones Need to sense it. Show empathy Share the love.
There are few gifts Of life in the living Like joy of laughter Like the happiness of smiles Like the sharing of loving kindness Like sensing of gratitude
They add to your life They heal your being Body mind and Soul. The more you have it And live expressing it The better the health of your heart.
A good thought A good deed A good laugh And all is well In the lightness of being.
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!💙💜💙
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!
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