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…
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,
Touch beyond the feelingSense beyond the seeingMove beyond the doingListen beyond the hearingEngage beyond the workingGive beyond the gainingThink beyond the worryingPlay beyond the winningBlend beyond the borderingInvolve beyond the trainingShare beyond the owningWill beyond the tryingHelp beyond the supportingHeal beyond the treatingFlow beyond the envisioningCare beyond the lovingDare beyond the comfortingExplore beyond the limitingReach […]
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