A writers soul emerges through the words written . A painters soul emanates from between the colours in the canvas The potters soul is afire in the fingers shaping the clay. The singers soul breathes in the sounds created by the voice. The dancers soul flows through in every movement in the moments.
The Soul is a restless wanderer It breathes free not in captivity, But in every movement of creation. It cannot be fathomed or even sensed Other than in the light of passion in the being. For then the soul shines in its own light For it has found its purpose of being.
‘The silence between our actions or movements becomes the bridge to our conscious experiences. The greater our awareness, the greater the creative potency of the action itself.
Here is what I imagined in the dance of these words…
When Love is Destiny
Emerging in eternal time Destiny twinkles on stardust Garnering connections of hearts Voyaging free in the spirit of freedom. Gathering abundance in the depth of love.
When the going gets tough And life brings you on your knees When best laid plans are thwarted When crisis take you rock bottom When every door shuts And you turn towards hope You begin to understand life Challenges are your portals Creating pathways of change Your choices create your gateways For your own transformations
Soul knows more than you think…. Perhaps your perceptions need a new perspective. Trust your Soul It is aligning you to your purpose
Watch the window … And may be you need to pass through… Llfes uncertainties staring at your face For they toughen you up.
So see beyond what seems like a setback. Perhaps the window of opportunity is opening through them.
My friend Destiny highlighted a comment of mine on her comment on my yesterdays post Sensing
It felt as if we exchanged a moment of poignant connection that jumped time. For in that one moment words touched heartsfields. where feelings are relatable. In empathy or synchrony…
It is certainly not something new, for it is something we all undergo as writers and readers. A connection, through mere words but that which feels you know… the spirit, and soul of the hand that pens the verses or the heart that emotes in the reading.
Where there are no rules that bound Where the music leads and you follow Where there is no end and no beginning All is in the flow as you sense you are the flow.
Savvy Raj 
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