Dreams are the guiding words of the soul. Why should I henceforth not love my dreams and not make their riddling images into objects of my daily consideration.’
The journey of creativity Flourishes in the flow Out of passionate awareness Of the spaces between Light to dark & dark to light. For in betwixt these hours Ideas birth & creativity grows. In passionate perseverance Puzzles fit in patience.
Sometimes comments by readers become an inspiration for verses in a flow…. This was once such a flow.. I thank @KatieMiaFrederick for the inspiring comment. 🙏
And I love this inspiration that I came across in my readings today…
Because forgiveness is like this:
A room can be dark because you have closed the windows, you’ve closed the curtains. But the sun is shining outside, and the air is fresh outside. In order to get that fresh air, you have to get up and open the window and draw the curtains apart. Desmond Tutu
When words propose in a flow That is persuading and all pervading No matter the rhyme or form It becomes poetry Creating a zen like feeling That makes you want to be In that state of awareness Inspite of knowing Everything moves on…
Have you ever been enticed by the eloquence of words?
Personally I have many favorites
But these profound words by Gibran deeply impacted me… Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
Infact all the lines that follow are equally poignant as well as profound.
So much wisdom in those words for life and living.
Which is your favorite piece of poetry? Do your remember those verses vividly ?
It’s balmy weather It’s early morning The sun is moving In and out of the trees Traveling with me As I am walking… The chirping birds Awakening the world With hope fulness The wind is resting Perhaps still to awaken The clouds are clearing Heralding the light In the mighty tree A few yards from me I see a beautiful vision… Cont’d
According to an old Native American legend, one day there was a big fire in the forest. All the animals fled in terror in all directions, because it was a very violent fire. Suddenly, the jaguar saw a hummingbird pass over his head, but in the opposite direction. The hummingbird flew towards the fire! Whatever happened, he wouldn’t stop. Moments later, the jaguar saw him pass again, this time in the same direction as the jaguar was walking. He could observe this coming and going, until he decided to ask the bird about it, because it seemed very bizarre behavior. “What are you doing, hummingbird?” he asked. “I am going to the lake,” he answered, “I drink water with my beak and throw it on the fire to extinguish it.” The jaguar laughed. ‘Are you crazy? Do you really think that you can put out that big fire on your own with your very small beak?’ ‘No,’ said the hummingbird, ‘I know I can’t. But the forest is my home. It feeds me, it shelters me and my family. I am very grateful for that. And I help the forest grow by pollinating its flowers. I am part of her and the forest is part of me. I know I can’t put out the fire, but I must do my part.’ At that moment, the forest spirits, who listened to the hummingbird, were moved by the bird and its devotion to the forest, miraculously they sent a torrential downpour, which put an end to the great fire. The Native American grandmothers would occasionally tell this story to their grandchildren, then conclude with, “Do you want to attract miracles into your life? Do your part.” “You have no responsibility to save the world or find the solutions to all problems—but to attend to your particular personal corner of the universe. As each person does that, the world saves itself.’”
If someone asks your help remember this story.
A lovely read I simply had to share. I am doing my bit…
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