How far have we come From the many versions of ourselves In this river of time Where like water, that flows onwards Time can never be visited backwards… Only in memories Held within the hearts & minds Reminding us of the paths traveled in time.
Life continues to evolve in every now.
As life flows on …
Colouring itself
Along the way.
I share this above digital artwork here from back in time…when AI prompting and image creation was very nascent.
Crossing over Bridges of time Beginning to end Ending to begin again In body spirit & souls Infinite forms of expressions Between betwixt & beyond Bonding new & old In part & whole Tuning into the sounds Of harmony & rhythm Inexplicable joys Of moments in movements As paths are splayed Across time to tide over In every moment The choice is yours to take.
A man was walking through a desert under the scorching sun. The intense heat and thirst parched his throat, and no matter how much he searched, he couldn’t find water. The water he had brought with him had run out, leaving his tongue dry. Desperately, he wandered around, hoping to find water somewhere.
In the distance, he saw a hand pump and thought he could drink water there. He rushed toward it, only to find no trace of water around the pump. Near the hand pump, he found a bottle of water. As he reached out to take it, he noticed a signboard nearby.
The board read: “You can drink the water in this bottle, but if you pour it into this pump and start pumping, a spring will flow from within. You will have more than enough water to quench your thirst.”
Confused and hesitant, he stood there, unsure of what to do. Gathering his courage, he poured the water from the bottle into the pump and began pumping. On the first attempt, nothing happened. Nor on the second. But on the fifth attempt, water gushed out! Overjoyed, he drank the water to his heart’s content and filled all the bottles he had brought with him.
Before leaving, he refilled the same bottle, placed it back near the pump, and wrote on the board: “This is true! I experienced it myself.”
Life is like this desert. There are pumps and bottles placed along our journey. Those who drink only from the bottle and move on miss the joy of the spring. But those who dare to pour the water into the pump experience the bliss of abundance and fulfillment
I have fond memories of black and white photographs taken by my dad in his old box camera. The three pictures that I can quickly recollect are a representation of my world back in the era of black and white. Be it watching the swaying coconut trees and the shimmering water on moonlit nights, or the artistry of those antique time pieces collected by my grandfather and of course those lively evenings in my childhood years, where the old gramophone would play so invitingly that we would all be waltzing and jiving away to evergreen hits. Yes nostalgia filled me in those verses, but with happy memories.
Glimmers of light Sparking through thoughts Colours of hope Emerging through the words Balancing the energy Within and around Connecting in communion Between and betwixt Infinite is the potential of light That shines inside outside
A scent that calls in a deeper breath…while savoring the sensation…
‘Petrichor’ is one of the fragrances that is earthy yet divine to me . There is something grounding and yet ethereal in its ephemeral smell. Taking me to places and spaces I cannot fathom, yet moves me.Evoking emotions in the memories and invoking pleasant feelings of playing in the fields following the first rain. I am also reminded of green woody forests,with tall trees, where the air is pristine and pure.
I sense the freshness of first rain on earth in its smell enveloping me. Just a whiff and it transports me to many realms of my own being, as it invigourates me. I can never stop appreciating it… and can never have enough of it.
Do you like the fresh fragrance of first rain on dry earth?
Savvy Raj 
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