This is one of those moments when writing and sharing stories from our lives bring us a deep sense of connection… with our readers and ourselves in gratitude for the learnings. And there is that sense of magic sensed in our hearts which evokes poignant feeling of fond memories of the people that are attached to it.
Can we ever quantify our thoughts
For thoughts have a speed of their own
Depending on so many variables
With our concept of time still subjective.
For thoughts travel through space
There are particles of matter there
Of which we know too little as yet
In the weft and warp of time immemorial.
Thoughts are invisible but palpable
Difficult to measure but relatable
For much can be thought
In half the time of a blink of the eye.
Every thought is a part of a cosmic pattern
A phenomenon beyond realms yet to be known
Surpassing the speeds unknown
With complexities of our own perceptions.
Out sense of intuition so profound in power.
And what to speak of deja vus & dreams
Or our imagination so infinite
Psychic revelations in time and space
Our jumbled thoughts in the heat of the moment
Our calm collected coherence
Our racing frenzy of feelings in chaos
All matter as they come along in time .
We may find it difficult to control our thoughts
But we can certainly choose what we do with them
For thoughts come and thoughts go
Depending in how you respond to them.
Align them to harmony with movements
Acknowledge their presence to let them go
Breathe in a little space around your thoughts
Sense the peace in between those pauses.
So breath a little deeper
As you think, sense & feel
Be one with your thoughts
Before you respond to them
Thoughts arise in life and living
As they are meant to do
And words come from a depth unknown
But Speech is a choice that you have!
The awesomeness of pink delights
A tree, a path, a bench in the sunlight. Lovely sight with a spark of romance
A breath of freshness, a hint of fragrance How unassuming is this place
For a bit of peace, a perfect space. To cherish this view with care
All I need is a moment to spare!
What is it about the twilight sun?
Colours blending in the contrasts
Like the day and night waltzing
Ever so gently with each other.
Time makes space in its steps
To sense the surreal
And what to say of scenic hues
Of the sky the sea and the sun.
Of icy white glistening with snow
As the light shimmers with water
Watch the snow melting
Gently in the flaming light…
Golden orange hues of the sun
Casting itself over the sea.
Reflecting through the clouds of gold
Blending the burning brilliance.
In the dance of the dusk and dawn
A visual treat appears for all to see
To witness the ethereal everyday
In those moments in between
Even if it’s just for few fleeting moments …
If emotions were tubes of colours
The way we paint every day
The way we live our lives
The way we think and express
Our own experiences in being.
Will be a riot on the canvas.
Envisioning in the seeing…
Flashes of brilliance in bright yellow
Of optimism and cheer
Sporadically surging joy and ecstasy.
Going green in connectedness
Contented lines flowing in trustful acceptance
Or moves markedly hesitant in fear and apprehension.
Arresting artistry of living life in loving kindness
Explosions of reds marking anger
Or in delusions of grandeur in aggression.
In ingenious masterstrokes in fits of rage
Of imagination running wild.
Colour of Purple in projecting pride.
Of passionate perseverance to detail
Or a certain aloofness in respectful reservation.
A sense of ascension and royalty.
Shades of blue in thoughtful flow and serenity
Or organic spaced out zenful zones
Of mindful movements in the making.
Yes there is an emotion in every colour
As colours are but tools of expression
Of the ever changing moods of man
How colorful is the spirit of our soul.
Every colour plays a significant role
Like in the wheel of colours
So are emotions that appear
In the wheel of life.
Each plays it’s part.
All matters to the whole.
