Irony of our times
In the name of connection
We are truly disconnected
We are celled to our phones
Caught hook line and sinker…
Glued to a metal contraption
That’s overtaking our lives
Living in a imaginary world
We are feeding on bytes
While reality bites
Haven’t we taken
A bite of more than we can chew?
Savvy
Here is an animation by Steve Cutts …that brings forth the stark truth of our times.
Patience in waiting is a virtue
Timing holds the key
For life cannot be rushed
Nor lived in haste.
Flowing along in harmony
Makes all the difference
In knowing life is endless
Dimensions in the making
In understanding and amalgamating
The lessons that are in the living.
In the resting between regeneration.
In the crossing over beyond in fulfillment
All one needs is to live life lovingly!
Savvy
Discernment is a spiritual gift
As humanity stands perplexed
At times in the paradoxes of life
Confounded by challenges.
In the throes of confusion.
An ability to figure things out.
A clarity of purpose and reason.
An act of perception of the obscure.
An ability to be insighted and comprehend.
A sifting through to make sense of it all
Acknowledging the spirit of the soul
Meeting through both the head and the heart.
Discernment is a wonderful tool
In intervention than in criticism.
For the gift is an ability to distinguish
The truth, in the facades that may appear.
In understanding the real and unreal
The truths and the untruths
And everything in between.
When seen with dispassionate eyes
Beyond the mirrored existence
Shifting perspectives in the making.
Yet knowing simply all as parts of the same source.
Savvy
Chaos is a precursor to order
It is the law of nature
Disorder and order are cyclical
All a matter of generation and regeneration.
Yet in all these complexities
There is a spark of simple brilliance
As in the flux of nature there is always
a stillness of consistency
Of interdependence in the interconnectedness
To accept change as a given
Creates an acceptance of a flow
Bringing forth new frontiers
In perspectives and ideas
Allowing ease of the flow.
The truth of creativity
Is that it is infinite and expansive
It is free flowing without fixation
It is boundless and unique.
Acknowledging the chaos as much as the order
As they are and meant to be….
Creates a conducive environment
For the birth of new creativity.
Sometimes comments on a post germinate a seed of creativity.
A compliment in appreciation of a life lived in dare and adventure on a fellow writer’s post… evoked a reply from him that reflected many sentiments in a sentence … that he would never wish to advise another to live so! And yet is proud of the journey that was, is and will be!
Sharing my reflections to it…
Every Life is unique
And has all the potential to be a masterpiece.
All is in the choices one makes!
Speaking of a life lived on the edges
Or a life safely sailed in smooth waters
Never reaching the rapids
Both have a reason and purpose to be
For as the purpose reveals itself in time.
The life in question will have answers to itself
Why it was the way it chose
Why it lived a life
Of dare or in safety?
And it will know
It has served its purpose
In simplest of ways
Or charted new ways for others
In adventure or sacrifices
All is a play of life
Asserting itself over and over again.
All said and done
I believe every life is best lived
By the spirit and soul that is given the life!
For it is meant to have
all the wherewithal of existence.
Every life is best lived by itself
So while we can appreciate
The adventure of lifes moment
No life should be wished
or advised for another
As each is meant to be!
And yet through it all
in hope for a better world…
It matters to be seen
Whether the given life
Is simply existing or living the moments!
But then
That is in the power of choices we make!
Poetry is a joy that cannot be contained
Poetry is in words that get themselves aligned
What makes words flow
So many things I say
The pull of the idea conveyed
The push of the underlying emotions
The interconnects in the thoughts
The interdependence in the choices made.
Some say verses flow only in rhyme and meter
Some like it structured to the tee
And some a bit undone.
But true poetry is a feeling created
A magnet for thoughts imagined
That move to synch in a symphony
In the most unique of ways.
Every poem is a dance of words
In rhythmic flow all its own ….
Touching hearts through those words
Conveying so much more than words can say!
The static and the dynamic are both a dance of stillness and movement in the river of time. There is both the overlay of stillness in the movements . And the underlying movements in the stillness.
Imagination traverses far Moving dimensions Mirroring and blending Adapting and creating Both the invisible and visible Energy in the stillness Energy in the motion Orcherstrated in the flow
In the duality is the oneness
And the rhythms of life and living. All unifying in the circle of life
Your abilities have a way of appearing In bringing forth your inner purpose. Even if you haven’t utilized them yet, They will be visible to others at some point or the other.
If you ever feel you don’t have it in you, For whatever reason, to pursue your gifts and talents, Keep the faith and use your abilities To bring out the best in others. Reach out to help others trust themselves.
Give hope wherever you can. Immerse yourself in spreading goodwill. You will find yourself on the path that’s meant for you.
Your unique set of talents are gifts you own. If you feel you do not know the way To use them for yourself Use them to help others in need And in that you will find your way!
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