“A collection of expansive verse celebrating the beauty of the natural world, elemental cycles, and the deep, interconnected threads of the human journey.”
Speaking of strength of rhythm, many songs comes to mind but today the music I choose to share about is a spiritual one that immediately engages your attention and how… it will ground you as much as it makes you move in simply listening to it.
If something seems smooth in its flow There is also chaos somewhere
If something feels certain and precise There are also probabilities across the spectrum Of ambiguity.
If time feels flexible enough to warp and bend at will There is also uniformity of timing in the rigidity like the ticking clock.
Yet, in the weight and the gravity of situations Floats the other side, the whimsical truths… Seemingly clashing With the greatest of minds And their proposed theories of science.
Balancing both ends Is the fascia of existence that strings it all… Question remains not If gravity is pulling or pushing. But that it is gravitating with grace On its own, Causing the calm in the flow…
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.
We are what our thoughts are. God came. Ask me whatever you want.Ten people asked their desires First oneCountless money & a big business to run 2nd one The most powerful position in the world 3rd oneI need fame & fortune like a topmost world famous actor 4thI have to become the most beautiful person […]
Life is a series of interconnections.The conversations and dialogues make life meaningful.
Life is meant to be expressed and experienced.You are healthier as you speak create love and listen.And you are even healthier if you feel heard. Being heard and understood feels like a boost for the body mind & spirit.
The cost of loneliness is a heavy price to pay.And so is the cost being ignored, undervalued, humiliated.And equally heavy is the price of indifference.
When voices are minimized and presence dismissed, the direct effects are loneliness and isolation.The body remembers and reacts to the rejection showing up in symptoms and diseases, for the emotional walls manifests itself in inexplicable ways…
Restoring the sense of self is about creating sharing opportunities fornot just personal expression but about being heard & feeling understood.
It’s not about the space we occupy, but the life we live.
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.
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