An artist leaves much more than creativity in the artwork.
There is a voice in every frame, speaking deeply if you care to listen.
That voice carries the artist’s choices of color and composition, of style and strokes, of moods and feelings breathed into the birth of art.
The artist speaks through the work. The energy of the artist is embedded in words, in lines, in shapes and forms.
When a piece feels complete, the artist releases it to the world. And yet, the energy lives on, transforming itself through time and the spaces it inhabits.
Art is transformed again in translation and interpretation, reshaped by those who encounter it.
As creators, whether of images or words, our work continues to live, each viewer or reader sensing its energy uniquely. And so it flows… transforming itself in time.
It is the nature of rain To wash away the dust Until it’s clean and green. Yet, too much rain Floods and destroys. Such is the truth of nature.
Each element of nature Is balanced with the other. The dry lands help sustain the wetlands… One supports another To sustain and thrive. Such is the truth of nature.
Desert
Desert sand blows in the wind… Winds carry the dust Across the world, Over lands and water, Finding new settlements.
The truth of nature Is the interconnections. The kind that keeps us alive, The kind we may not realize, The kind we need to emulate In this now and for our future, To survive and thrive.
Just think…
If nature survives through quiet reciprocity, perhaps our own survival depends on learning to receive what is given, and giving what is needed.
Todays freeverses are inspirations that arrived from contemplations with Anjana, my dear mother.
Are you the kind who travels back in time, Rereading pages you’ve already turned? Sensing memories and vivid imagery Reflected in the lines.
Do you leave a bookmark behind, Making your presence felt and remembered?
Or are you the kind who reads on the go, Welcoming whatever comes your way? The kind who leaves yesterday in its place, Eager to explore new horizons… Aspiring to look ahead, to move forward, And experience so much more of life.
Sometimes we turn back the pages to honor the words that shaped us.
And sometimes we choose to look forward at the horizon ahead…
Every morning in my moments of gratitude, I reflect on the things that I could have some times taken for granted. It has become a consistent habit for many years now…
In these contemplations there is often much that emerges, sometimes what’s apparent is not what is, and sometimes what is, is not all…
Today it was all about strength, not the kind that makes you go on, to push further but actually the kind that is gentle and quiet, I am talking of that which is often invisible.
What came up was …
That strength doesn’t have to proclaim That strength is often that which is hidden in you That surfaces in the storms That strength too needs rest to recover and its ok That strength is seen in the so called small ordinary moments of life in subtle ways That strength needs no nudging but nurturing in gratitude, for it appears whenever in need as a force of nature. That every one of your strengths and my strengths are valuable in our lives to make it whole and complete.
Gratitude to all spheres of strength in need for its a strength in deed.
Wished a very enterprising friend On his birthday today Umpteen solar cycles wise He has weathered the storms of life And yet through it all is a joy to connect
I paused a moment when I read his reply beyond the thank-you. In his words…
“My days are long and boring, but at this stage of my life, boring is a desired quality. May life give you what you desire the most at every stage of your life”.
His words touched my heart
It speaks much of a spirit wanting to do much more A recognition of boredom, Is the desire to unravel life some more.
Boredom creates a space Between the steps In realization and acknowledgement Of the preciousness of time
And that is in itself, valuable For it is allowing you to tap into potential possibilities. And discover something more, awaiting your creativity on the other side of boredom. In finding the good in boredom Life isn’t so boring after all!
I thank my friend for his kind blesses & I wish my dear friend a fascinating birthday that lights up his day and brings joy to his heart.
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