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.
Have written many times earlier on rootedness on grounding on awareness. But today, I share another perspective on the strength of rooting for self growth and transformation.
Self growth needs committed perseverance, patience and passion for continuous improvement. That is how the human race evolves .To root is to help grow and evolve .
As I explore I discover As I perceive I sense As I pray I ease As I seek I find As I write I express As I sing I channel As I dance I heal As I read I learn I am eternally grateful For all these learnings That happen, all in good time.
Peace of calm Ease of soul Are two things I sense In these serene morning moments Whether it’s the weather here A gentle breeze & blissful cool Adding to it all, I know not But it’s a wonderful start…
Whenever you feel overwhelmed And stalled in your efforts When you feel you are lost In too many things And that whatever you are doing does not serve you at all…
Do care to ask yourself this simple question for a conscious reset: What is noise & what matters?
I often feel being a poet is a blessing. For the mere act of writing poetry heals in empowering ways. Lighting and delighting hearts, in between the verses in awareness. Poetry breathes in many possibilities. A piece of poetry speaks much about the soul & spirit of the poet. Discard the thought away that it’s just so frivolous. Discount not poets for being just a poet There is much that is yet to be discovered and harnessed.
For the words emerge to form a poem from a place of sensing & seeing more than what is.
I do believe more Poets need to be hired Not just as skilled wordsmiths But for the tact and strategy, if not for routine work. For there is great innovation in their imagination too. As they artfully build an imagery through mere words. As for verses, poet emote in their unique way At times structured and solid At times lyrical and fluid there is often a rhythm and reason as well. Oh yes, add attention to detail & seeing beyond the looking. And you have a potential worth exploring. Poets are by far undervalued for their observation But here is the truth. Poetry is an art Of expressing emotions Through impactful verses Mere words touch hearts When words flow from a place of authenticity. Of speaking with all of you as it flows from deep within. There is the power in the very vulnerability laid bare fearlessly. And that is a powerful concoction. Would you agree? What do you think now of a poet ?
A slice of life Poets may carve with words… Emerging from life experiences lived or observed. Poets may offer fresh perspectives, Embedded in words in a flow…
Sometimes the words may rush On its own without hesitation To express away with a purpose.
But often it is a channeling… Of creating spaces between To pause & empathize Before the outpouring. It invites you to ponder…
Words have profound power In the way they are arranged And the thoughtful poet knows To convey the message home.
Yet , every poet is one of a kind And so is their poetry Every poet balances the flow uniquely…
On empathy:
In Poets, empathy makes you sense and relate with compassion, It makes you feel one with another. Yet the poet is strategic, as to be a poem the verses need to be well emoted as much as arranged, as words manage to touch another soul in inexplicable ways.
And what happens when empathy connects with poetry?
An unrealized dream An unexplored adventure A challenging adversity A twist of fortune An unexpected detour An unwanted influence An undervalued feeling A undermined self-esteem A slew of slights A spate of illness A foreboding feeling An unfinished business An unforgivable mistake An unfortunate moment All may seem reason enough But the reality is these are excuses Remind your life happens. Time is moving its course Buck up and reset your path For you know in your heart You are enough for you.
Is the form you see Exactly the form I see Perhaps they differ In the way we choose to interpret.
Is form the mark of reality Does being formless makes it unreal Is form the contention To know the real and unreal.
Forms are shaped by intentions In dedication & deliberation. For forms become fleeting memories Perishing in the sands of time.
While the formless evolves in the heart Holding up to unfathomable faith They may live on in the silent knowing Of unspoken trust in the being.
Discernment of the forms In the inner recesses of the heart and the mind Waltzes the consciousness of the being In States of knowing ,of the truth of light
A light of wisdom That takes many forms Million times over To show the path of truth.
The path is lit As the steps are taken The forms manifest in the interactions Of vibrations in resonance.
Between these Illuminating illusions Of the form and formless What is real and unreal All are just reflections in the dimensions.
In the beam of even one moment of truth Is the convergence of envisioning Forms and formless become one Conveying the message safely home.
There is a dog somewhere nearby That is barking every once in a while It is not the usual bark and not a yelp either But I feel it’s something not ok Perhaps it is loneliness A yearning for a companion Or a little comfort & care. My heart aches to hear it every day And wants to help. But try as I might Yet, I am unable to find the dog. Till then , I hold my hand on my heart If it is a pain of some kind I pray that the pain goes away … I send a healing light To shift the energy & ease the dog.
Across this desert of life There is a mountain that beckons you. That emits calm. It invites you into its fold Although the path is treacherous and tricky You will lead yourself to it For in its wake, the light of soul blooms Your spirit awakens And your body regenerates. As you reach its pinnacle You look onwards and upwards You see the light of a thousand stars Shining on you, their cosmic lights
There is nothingness And yet everything-ness. A feeling of calm and composure Envelopes you in its presence That soothes your soul. The air filled with an ambient pure fragrance Of the mystical flowers as you sense it in resonance. Healing you And empowering you,
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