This now is a dance Whirling in between The then and the forthcoming The sun moon and stars Too make their presence felt Swirling in their cosmic paths This you is swaying to life Listen keen as the sands sing Hear the whistling winds They like you have a reason to be In this now being where they are Just like you right here in this now.
As writers I am pretty sure many of us can relate to this …
A few thoughts on writing and how it helps me every day.
I write with a sincere heart Honouring the words that flow Feeling the truth of my potential As the waves of thoughts Light my day, along the way… As much as my spirit & soul It’s one of my self care routine To sense & emote and express Without fear or favour. So grateful for the blessings, It gives. 🙏
On writing every day
I have been writing every day for almost a decade now, it has become a well ingrained habit. I thoroughly enjoy my me time. Most days it’s every morning time that I pen my thoughts, but I never force it to a particular time. Someday it’s a joy to write down whenever I feel the inspiration.
AndInspiration is everywhere
I simply started on a lark and what is beautiful is, every day there is always something that inspires the words . And I hope to continue as long as the words flow…
Speaking about few years ago, getting a major surgery that was absolutely necessary was life changing. It improved the quality of my life. I reclaimed my life became even more alive, post it.
Though I chose not to focus on the difficulties, I do have a lesson learned. Lesson : Address health issues as they come in.Never ignore or delay what is necessary. It only complicates. It has been a blessing and I always will thank my doctor for this second lease of life I have. Grateful 🙏
The vibrancy of nature The adaptability of creation The constancy of change The arresting colours Unshackling of spirit The inter connections Soulful vibes and sounds Imparting wisdom profound And not to forget The enthralling views Are all things I love about nature What about you?
Between and betwixt The light & dark There is a phase of blur Wherein clarity is embedded.
In this momentary distortion The phase holds the potential For infinite possibilities. Awaiting its turn to appear Blur may seem bleary, But like a bud holds the bloom Blur holds the moment of clarity.
Fear not the blur It’s a transient phenomenon Like all things Change is the only constant.
An embodiment of uncertainty Of the uncomfortable reality Blur takes its time to clear Like a foggy winters day.
It makes you imagine your truths In the shadows of grey Between the black & white Blur may seem challenging But it provokes perception To decipher this dance of illusion & reality
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