Once upon a time
Long long ago
In a far away land
Was a sweet little child
Who used to have a fairy tale book
Read to her by her dear mother
Every night as she was tucked into bed
She would hear a story from her mom
But there were clauses to this plan.
It was a given thing between the two
The story had to have a happy ending
The story includes people and animals
Or even a garden of fruits and flowers
Enchanting stories of courage and dare
Of compassion and care
Of humanity at large
In goodwill and love
Or even seemingly silly stories
Of life and living in general
Of fun and frolic.
But there was a pact between the two
Which her mother followed to the tee.
Simply there was one area
The story must not go to or be
Of things above in the sky.
Although her mother was too drawn
To explore the mystery of space…
But the little girl felt a little too lost
To fathom space and beyond
May be it was just her nature
Or perhaps there was more to it
Of why she was uncomfortable with unknown space!
Leaving a few musings in contemplation…
Are fears rational or just an illusion in the making?
What are irrational fears?
Are they there for a reason?
Do fears manifests from past lives?
Do fears eventually help us someway?
How does one overcome these fears?
Can we grow out of our little fears?
Do you have any experience of fears as a kid?
Have you chosen to outgrow them?
Have you managed to face your fears?
For life awaits on the other side of fear!
If you only could see the myriad patterns and colors of life you will live to create
If you could believe in the vividity of the moment
If you could only sense the magic that life is meant to be
Paint your life with joy in the flow!
Unwrap this gift of life lovingly!
Just believe you can.
Art and the Artist
Can life express without art
Can art have meaning without life
When life meets art
There are endless expansions
One knows not where life begins
And art flows…
Or art begins and life flows…
Creativity enables itself
In a flow of the infinite abundance
And never ending expressions.
Yes, there are moments
When life imitates art,
And art emotes life!
This is one of them. Do watch.
How much are we what we write about
Our thoughts are simply quite complex
Sometimes we are a bundle of contradictions
We may begin to write on a whim
As fancy may catch us sometimes
But we are steered by the thoughts that we think
Sometimes remembered reflections
Sometimes in propulsion of passions
Sometimes aimless fired by default
Sometimes in self awareness
Combining experiences in the life and living.
Within set standards in conformity or in whimsical sentimentality
Where is the turning point?
Where we assemble our thoughts
Amidst the jumble of arising waves
What distinguishes our thoughts
That flow from us in words
To arrange itself in this self arranging life.
In our fractality there is fragility
As much as rigourousness of rigidity
Raising righteousness in morality
Of conscientiousness in the wake of integrity.
And there is no denying the dedication
In single minded focus
In pursuing a thought home
Manifesting through words
Conveyed with a purpose.
In feelings and factuality
Peeling through the layers
There is much of us in what we write
And yet so much a figment of pure imagination
The words may carry our thoughts
But take on a form of their own…
Shaping up as stories
Letting there be a mystery
For all to read and fathom
Of how much is true
And what is fictional?🙂
No two lives can be compared
For they are not the same
Not even at birth, although they are humans
The life experiences along lifetimes
Decide the nature of the being
And nurture then interpolates itself
And love makes way for itself
To flow into the being.
In the web of complexities of life
The being starts and courses its journey
In the dance of the elements
The being senses the truth of life in the living.
In searching and seeking
In awe and wonder
In beauty and grace
In the chaos and challenges
In the success and failures
It finds its bearings and builds resilience
Every life aligns towards its calling in time
Seeking decreases accepting increases
To refine the process of awareness
In the journey of conscious awakenings.
The search for meaning
Is never in vain
There is always a meaning
To life and living.
One or a million reflections
At times can lead
To a miracle in the making
One or a million drafts
May lead us to a perfect design
One or a million words
Can bring on the inner genius
One or a million works of art
Delivers a masterstroke.
Each step is of value
And somehow significant
To someone somewhere
As much as…
To the ultimate whole!.
If something seems to be of waste to one person, there is always a possibility of so many who may find it useful.
#selfbelief #trust #faith #hope #meaning