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.
While poetically speaking, or at theoretical physics, all of life is interconnected
Have you felt like you are strained, exhausted to the point of emptiness?
Have you reached a point of burnout with visible signs of overwhelm?
Have you sensed the strong pull from various directions?
Some from strings you have given yourself a connection to.
Some of which, you are innately connected since you were born.
Do you feel the pressure and need to resist some strings
And have you noticed how you are managing it all?
Have you been able to live your life at all or just simply existing or day to another?
Time for some thought in this direction…
Sharing a thoughtworthy quote from my readings this morning.
“We have a tendency to put ourselves last. We concentrate on everything else; work, friends, family, home issues, but we ignore the deeper stuff until it becomes so compressed that it can explode.” Cecelia Ahem
I ❤️ it for it is a great reminder for all of us.
Self care needs to be considered as a priority practice rather than just a once in a while thing you do.
If we truly care to check in, we can catch the many signs & signals through which our body is already communicating to us.. And how we are dealing with it all.
While being connected is great, we all need some space for reflection. A space to grow from awe and wonder.
A space for stillness in spite of the movements.
Some moments to gather ourselves from where we are to reset ourselves.
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,
Wished a very enterprising friend On his birthday today Umpteen solar cycles wise He has weathered the storms of life And yet through it all is a joy to connect
I paused a moment when I read his reply beyond the thank-you. In his words…
“My days are long and boring, but at this stage of my life, boring is a desired quality. May life give you what you desire the most at every stage of your life”.
His words touched my heart
It speaks much of a spirit wanting to do much more A recognition of boredom, Is the desire to unravel life some more.
Boredom creates a space Between the steps In realization and acknowledgement Of the preciousness of time
And that is in itself, valuable For it is allowing you to tap into potential possibilities. And discover something more, awaiting your creativity on the other side of boredom. In finding the good in boredom Life isn’t so boring after all!
I thank my friend for his kind blesses & I wish my dear friend a fascinating birthday that lights up his day and brings joy to his heart.
Today am happy to share an introspective piece of poetry by my mother Anjana.
Mind The strange , invisible me Playing me like a puppet In its hands.
All of a sudden When in a group of happy hearts The neurons in my grey cells suddenly switch some remote thoughts Buried deep in my memory folds . And lo, amidst the laughter and gaiety I shrink to my own self, Away from this Now n Joy.
Amidst a mourning group, Or sad events, It strings the tune of Blessed moments Making me smile within myself.
How powerful are The seeds of thoughts Arising from the depth of mind Controlling my moods, words and actions.
It makes me dance to its tunes. I become a slave to its Whims and fancies Losing control of my own self And repenting later.
All happens in spite of learning about awareness and detachment. When I will learn to tame The wild horse, And become the master from slave.?
A street of yesterday comes to mind echoes of children’s laughter Sipping on a juicy cola bar right out of school.
A fruit seller with ripe berries outside the school Children thronging around buying berries from pocket money. How inexpensive was the joys of then! On the other end of the street was their ever popular mango seller, selling spicy salted raw mango slices, all mouth watering delight of then. And yes, the memories of the temple lane right across lined with tiny flowers shops Scents of fresh fragrance of flowers wafting in … Reminiscences of life, so non-fussy & simple.
I sense hope every time I see a fragile flower. Mistake not, the flower as fragile for in its blooming from a bud it has resilience writ large in every petal .Projecting hope majestically it withstands the day come rain or sun
Every flower is a powerful yet graceful testament of hope & strength springing fresh from the earth.
Speaking of Power…
Power is often mistaken to be loud and aggressive, but often it is the quiet, the silent rebellion that has the most effect.
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