Writers knowingly or unknowingly
Reveal a lot through words
In the way they write
In the words they choose
To express themselves
If the writer adopts a style
It becomes his identity
A pattern begins to form
Of the soul through the words
Yet there is always more
Than the words can tell
More dimensions
In the perspectives
For every life is a mystery
In itself to unearth in time.
Savvy
Travelling in Creativity
Travelling light
Flowing free
Musings in the mulling
Limitless abundance
Unparalleled potential
Beyond bars, timeless
Harmony in syñchromy
Unassuming uniqueness
Unrelated ubiquitous
Savvy
What if ?
Flowers were green and leaves blue
All that you believe, flipped the script
Reality turns an illusion
And illusions a reality
Random thoughts turn specific
And what you focus on gets out of control.
Truth is…
Life is so much more than what you see
So different from your expectations
So many possibilities in this now
Trust life to unravel the pathway.
Hold on to hope in your heart.
And keep the wonder in you alive…
Savvy
Dreams are where everything begins
Dreams are roots of creativity
Dreams are a dance of imagination
Dream it and you can make it happen
Dream a little every day!
Savvy
Art often shakes up the statuesque
Of possibilities in perceptions.
Chipping away the apparent notions Chisselling to reveal what is yet to be seen
It’s an acknowledgement
Of the myriad expressions in the illusions
Between the you and I
As much as the imagined beyond
Art makes forays into the unfamiliar
Unfolding new vistas from familiar
Opening new doors of understanding.
Envisioning the magic in & around us.
Savvy
We are but mirrors in reflection
Across dimensions of space and time
Such is the eternal truth of our being.
We construct and deconstruct
In our imagined cosmos
The truth of our own existence.
We bounce and reflect our perspectives
In and on to each other.
We shine our brilliance.
We mirror perceptions.
We are vulnerable and yet volatile beings
Beaming energies boundlessly.
The task is to recognize the strength of our souls.
Savvy
Having a passion may help you succeed.
But having compassion will enrich your meaning of success 🙂
Savvy
Core is the source, in unity of consciousness.
Life manifests uniquely in all its profoundness.
As every form follows an awakening of its being.
To transcend beyond the self limitations in understanding.
One look at the stars above and the earth below
Is all that is needed to know ones place under the sun.
As times flow, the infinitude of the universe is sensed in life & living.
One reach the acknowledgement that all is in this oneness.
Savvy
In the consistency of mindfulness practices
The mind attains luminosity
A state of radiance of the primal mind.
The mind may be obscured
Every now and then
By the passing thoughts
Like the clouds obscuring the sun
And yet the sun knows
The clouds are meant to drift along
As the path of light shines through
Like ray’s of light beams itself
Never underestimate the power
Of the Luminous Mind
Savvy
To all my caring, giving nurturing friends the lightworkers , the mentors and spiritual guiders, the motivators and healers on their special journey stepping in tandem with their calling!
Keep going … you are on track!
Savvy
In the play of opposites
Life continues to churn out
The magic that is within us all
As we bring out the best of ourselves
We inspire another for some more
One thing leads to another they say
Such is the circle of life and living.
Savvy
When we become conscious of time
It moves very slowly.
When we are immersed in something time flies.
When our thoughts wander on its own
Again time moves fast.
We never know how long we are lost in our own idle thoughts
That time took a backseat.
When we are asked to meditate or observe our breath
Time never moves,
Those 5 minutes never seems to end.
When we know all the answers
Time flies
Whereas when we go blank
Time never cease.
When waiting for someone we love
Time extends
While in their presense it flies
5 minutes or 5 hours
The duration remains the same.
What makes the difference is
our mind,
the master co ordinator
It can bend time at its will
Lengthy or short as it wants.
Make us it’s slave without our own awareness.
We assume what it wants us to think as our own.
Be it time , emotions or our understanding.
Such is the power of this invisible master.
When we learn the
Art of mastering this master
Time stands still.
Seamless transfer of Now
Ever being in the present.
Sharing this musings on time by my mother Anjana
If we were to only reach deeper
Than we know see or believe
Is the truth and begin to accept
And acknowledge the yet unknown
The unfamiliar & the unexplored
Structured to the unstructured
The understandable to the inexplicable
Sensations in our emotions.
All vying for our attention
Or even the patterns manifesting itself…
In space continuum
We are opening ourselves
To the spectre of multi dimensions
Possibilities are infinite
Fractality of creativity.
Savvy
A beautiful share
“She sat at the back and they said she was shy,
She led from the front and they hated her pride,
They asked her advice and then questioned her guidance,
They branded her loud, then were shocked by her silence,
When she shared no ambition they said it was sad,
So she told them her dreams and they said she was mad,
They told her they’d listen, then covered their ears,
And gave her a hug while they laughed at her fears,
And she listened to all of it thinking she should,
Be the girl they told her to be best as she could,
But one day she asked what was best for herself,
Instead of trying to please everyone else,
So she walked to the forest and stood with the trees,
She heard the wind whisper and dance with the leaves,
She spoke to the willow, the elm and the pine,
And she told them what she’d been told time after time,
She told them she felt she was never enough,
She was either too little or far far too much,
Too loud or too quiet, too fierce or too weak,
Too wise or too foolish, too bold or too meek,
Then she found a small clearing surrounded by firs,
And she stopped…and she heard what the trees said to her,
And she sat there for hours not wanting to leave,
For the forest said nothing, it just let her breathe”
-Unknown
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