I enjoyed writing it as I began playing with space in and around the poem unknowingly at first but then intentionally after the sixth line. As I patterned the flow… I began channeling my thoughts …in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 , 6, 5, 4, 3,2,1 words.
Today, I came across a beautiful Japanese word called ‘Komorebi’ that depicts…the beauty of light filtering in through the leaves. And I see this picture, that I had saved, somehow seems to fit right in…
Beauty of impermenance
Every ray of light In these leaves … Can never be replicated To exact moments.
Yet there is stillness In its fleeting moment In simple appreciation,
What’s different about you, after the storm ? Are you hardened and toughened by it ? Or are you more humane, compassionate and gentler as a human after the storm ?
It all depends on you And how you choose to perceive it.
Perhaps the storm teaches you to steel the self
And create a self preservation shield from such experiences.
On the other hand it could make you more alive to life and the preciousness of now.
As you choose to live and love the life you have left than simply exist in the moments. ✨️
#Life Life Lovingly ❤️
This post actually was inspired by a comment from my dear friend on WordPress over the years and most of all, a truly empowered and brilliant author Maggie Watson.
Her comment made me stop and think of how much even a mention of the word,’ Storm’ can conjure up. And how much those who have survived it may be feeling … each of these bravehearts may have a different tale to tell.
Yet the truth is their heart beats to the preciousness of this now.
Was reading an article today on how education today has become more and more transactional…and how it robs the learner of the critical thinking.
I share my musings…
When education is not a buisness
When learning is not about grades
When teaching is a passion than profession.
Where doubts, perspectives are welcomed
And not sidelined or ridiculed
When questions are not means to an end
Curiosity and wonder will find its purpose…
That I am fond of writing is nothing new after all these years of blogging and writing but as a child, I remember clearly when I was asked by a school teacher to read a famous poem and share its meaning in class I dared to share a new interpretation to it…that resonated with me.
The teacher then, was not open to a change of perspective… nor ready for a deep dive on why I saw it differently. She simply wanted to finish her work without deviation. I remember sitting down that day, without feedback.
But it didn’t stop me from wonder and writing…in fact I continued to write free verses in time till date.
I write this all, for I have shifted many schools in my childhood… as my father served in the Armed forces. I have seen upclose the good, bad and ugly side of schooling.
And the plus side is, it certainly has shaped me to be, adaptable and resilient as a person in time.
You and I May never meet, But our thoughts Interweave through words.
We may have unique names, We may have different views, Yet our journey is entwined In the many paths home.
In every acknowledgment Of this great truth Of the interconnects We align with ourselves.
Along our unique way, The choice is ours To find ourselves In one another…
Living life lovingly.
Savvy
A note in gratitude for beautiful response in a comment on Interwoven from a dear reader, that sparked my third poem in this series on the very essence of Oneness.
My first poem Interwoven spoke of the universal source (nature, sun, ocean).
The second Endless Beginnings spoke of the internal journey (storms, dust settling).
With this third poem, Oneness, I choose to honor the bridge between people who may have never met face to face, yet are sensing moments of oneness simply entwined through words & mutual recognition.
Thank you for reading and responding with such heartfulness… Across time and distances whenever we pause to acknowledge these interconnections, we not only find ourselves, but also send forth a ripple in the oneness.
I am grateful to all the seasons To wish for only one season Can be cruel to the world As nature balances itself Through every season So I wish for cycles of seasons All in good time Then no summer is too hot Or winter too cold to bear.
I wish for balance In the seasons to come Be it rain or autumn For nature to survive& thrive The seasons must come and go And thats what is best for all.
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