The paper is where it is On it the pen moves Driven by the hand The fingers of writer Holding the pen Waltzing on paper Shaping thoughts In a flow all its own. And the soul & spirit Of the writer imprints For eternity…
Here is what I imagined in the dance of these words…
When Love is Destiny
Emerging in eternal time Destiny twinkles on stardust Garnering connections of hearts Voyaging free in the spirit of freedom. Gathering abundance in the depth of love.
My friend Destiny highlighted a comment of mine on her comment on my yesterdays post Sensing
It felt as if we exchanged a moment of poignant connection that jumped time. For in that one moment words touched heartsfields. where feelings are relatable. In empathy or synchrony…
It is certainly not something new, for it is something we all undergo as writers and readers. A connection, through mere words but that which feels you know… the spirit, and soul of the hand that pens the verses or the heart that emotes in the reading.
Where there are no rules that bound Where the music leads and you follow Where there is no end and no beginning All is in the flow as you sense you are the flow.
Every time you connect With nature in any form You realize… You are part of something bigger That there is so much more Of spaces between the steps You acknowledge… The light of life and living The strength of the interconnects.
You become aware In feeling & sensing the mystical in you… And the potential of you in the universe How much you matter… You are part of something bigger!
Do you sense love for yourself Do you feel respect for yourself Do you feel your sense of self esteem
Do you feel a sense of self worth
What is your self worth tied to? Is it your education Your fancy degrees Your knowledge Your partner? Or your beauty? Your abilities? Is it to your achievements? Your skills? Your bank balance? Or is it to your designation Your children Your home? Your cars? Your phone?
If you have answered yes honestly to any of the above please think again Work on your independence Free your mind free your heart Free yourself from chains Practice unshackling Try to detach your self worth From material things. Others cannot always be around We are born as unique beings We are complete in every way No one can latch on to us Nor should we latch on to another Self awareness is crucial For true self confidence Self Confidence creates self esteem Self esteem develops self worth Value the life you have Understand your truth Explore your potential You are worthy.
Are we actually simplifying complexities or complicating simplicity?
Simplicity dwells in complexity,
And complexity is just tangled simplicity
In the designer’s intelligence.
Both dance hand in hand.
The meaning we choose to perceive,
The connect we choose to establish,
The intention we choose to deduce,
At a point in time
Can make it irrefutably simple
Or irrefutably complex to understand.
The simple truth holds all the complex potential
In an untangled arrangement.
The very arrangement is fodder for imagination
For continuity in ingenuity.
In the momentum of thoughts,
The complex gives birth
To new pathways in the patterns,
Promoting in the propelling
A curiosity in exploration
Of simplifying the confounding complexities.
History is replete with stories
Of complicating the simple truth
Of the being… in the boggling for answers
In refuting and relegating
Our beautiful ball of blue.
This Circle of nature was assumed
Once as square in shifting perspectives.
Meaning perceived in perspective dimensions,
Unfolding with the understanding of that era,
Moving on in time to deconstruct the construction
Of breaking down codes of assumption,
Of restructuring in the resurrection,
Of recognition and the refuting
To understanding the circles of yin and yang,
The dance of polarity,
The duality of nature,
Death and birth
As part of the circle of oneness
Of life and living.
The simple resides in the complex.
The complex is just simple turned upside down.
Perhaps as the humankind increased in numbers,
The simple was too profound
To answer the multitude of mulling thoughts.
In different directions
Due to the innate nature of man
To wonder in awe
And thus, the simple no longer seemed simple.
To solve the emerging enigmas,
Delving into the simple,
Intelligent design was questioned
In scientific temperament,
In philosophical propositions,
Until creativity created connections
And new expressions in the exploration
To deduce, deduct and denote
Infinite patterns of potential,
Making sense of uniqueness in the self-similarity
As the irrefutable simplicity of it all.
In the search for answers
To simplify the complex
Or to complicate the simple,
Many paths present themselves.
Every path is infinite in possibilities.
The question is are we ready to walk the path,
And what we evolve into while walking the path of choice.
In search of simple truths, we encounter the magnitude of complexities underlying simplicity. Simplicity elegantly serves itself, but the paradox of simplicity is in the complexities of finding meaning and accepting such simplicity as the ultimate truth of being.
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