
Photo credit @godive2000
Beautiful
Osaka
Such tranquility
Peaceful pink haven
Beautiful serene places…
A lovely moment of reckoning
To breathe in and sense
The glory of nature
In all its Springtime expressions.
Savvy
Photo credit @godive2000
Beautiful
Osaka
Such tranquility
Peaceful pink haven
Beautiful serene places…
A lovely moment of reckoning
To breathe in and sense
The glory of nature
In all its Springtime expressions.
Savvy
Very interesting perspectives…
I wonder what makes the mind want to take a spill to art.
What evokes the heart to charge the creator with imagination and energy…
To be able to create such artful associations.
Some learnings from a Spill
To turnover a spill to evolve for better
If a child has spilled a cup of milk accidentally….
To keep calm and address the lesson in the spill like carefulness, steadiness, patience, thoroughness, cleanliness and most of all mindfulness.
What’s is spilled, is spilled already…. what matters is what we do about it.
Savvy
As a child when my daughter dropped a glass of water, spilled milk on the floor accidentally, without getting angry admonishing, I have used it as moments to convey such lessons… so much so that it made her understand the value being in the moment while doing anything.
Great lessons can be taught in such moments and vulnerability can become a strength in time.
Similarly one can intend
To create hope in a spill…
To sense a pattern of possibilities in a spill
To use a spillover to change mindsets
To challenge the statuesque through a spill.
To evoke creativity and art…
To test skillsets learned from a spill
To create art in revisiting patterns & perspective
To spill some more and align the pattern formations.
To move beyond the evident spillover…
To envision hope beyond the accidental spill
To accentuate the spill artfully
To create masterpieces from the potential in a spillover…
To understand there is always a reason why and the learnings to come.
To empathize with the spillings across the learning curve
So the very act of overflow or spill
Or a cup that runneth over
Can be a turning point in itself
With the many lessons to learn.
The choice rests with us.
Savvy
This post is a spillover effect from an earlier share by my good friend Ali Anani, PhD.
The stunning capture of the Cherry blossom Tree on Mount Fuji in Japan
Image credits:
Here is a beautiful forward that caught my eye.
When they asked her to reveal her beauty secrets, Audrey Hepburn wrote this beautiful text that was later read at her funeral.
′′ To have attractive lips, speak kind words.
To have a loving look, look for the good side of people.
To look skinny, share your food with the hungry.
To have beautiful hair, let a child cross it with his own fingers once a day.
To have a beautiful poise, walk knowing you’re never alone, because those who love and loved you accompany you.
People, even more than objects, need to be fixed, spoiled, awakened, wanted and saved: never give up on anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a hand, you’ll find them at the end of both your arms.
When you become old, you will discover that you have two hands, one to help yourself, the second to help others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, in her face or in her way of fixing her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes, because that is the door open to her heart, the source of her love.
The beauty of a woman doesn’t lie in her makeup, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the tenderness that gives love, the passion that it expresses.
The beauty of a woman grows over the years ′′
Visions from the sky!
In these following verses, I recount the visions from the sky that I enjoyed a few months ago before all the chaos, in deep gratitude for the beauty of nature… Across lands divided by human maps, what emerged significantly was how the scenery in spite of its individual attributes, flowed merging seamlessly into one another in harmony… Amazing nature amazing grace… I couldn’t help but waltz along.🙂
I see her splendid beauty
Crystalize itself in front of my eyes.
Mountain tops bejeweled with ice
I watch her dancing
In the fluidity of the flow
Rivers shimmering in the rays of the sun
I waltzed along with her through the horizon
As the plane paddled alongside fluffs of white clouds.
Green pastures and plains
Gave way to rocky mountains
Folds over the hills stretching on
As long as the eye could fathom
A vision to behold
And time after time
The Sun would play hide and seek
Dancing cheek to cheek with the clouds
It was pure fascination
As I watched it all from up above
Magical majestic mystical mother
You are alluring and awe-inspiring in every way
Your beauty blows my mind
And captures my senses
Graceful God, I bow to thee!
Savvy
“A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?”
Share if you took the time to read this 🙂
The moment at hand is the only thing We really own…
Why wait for Christmas to be nice ?
Express appreciation, encourage another.
Share the goodwill &cheer in every season.
Be grateful and gracious
Be kind and caring
Be nice in every now!
Savvy
Thinking is open to possibilities
Thought is already channelled
To be fair and square
Thinking is about the now
Emerging in this moment.
Thought is the past
Over and done.
Yet every thought matters
As it may enable new ways of thinking…
And so it goes
Surreal vision, silken dreams
Silver sky, hues of blues
Serene spaces beyond places
Known and unknown
Purple daze, violet lake.
Ethereal vision entwined passions!
Enchanting sight, purple light!
The colour purple symbolizes many things like mystery creativity, romance, royalty, luxury, pride and peace.
It is the colour artists are often fond of.
Spiritually, colour purple and violet assist in the expansion of awareness and in connection of deeper consciousness.
How many shades of purple have you heard of...
Here are some variations of Colour purple… many of which you can find in the beautiful picture above.
Lavender, lilac
Periwinkle, purple
Heather, mauve
Orchid, amethyst
Iris, violet
Boysenberry, mulberry
Sangria, magenta
Plum jam, raisin
Grape wine
Eggplant purple.
And if you are the kind drawn to colour purple and violets…
What is your favourite shade?
Savvy
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 evolve 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.
Savvy
The search for meaning
Is never in vain
There is always a meaning
To life and living.
One or a million reflections
Maybe more
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
Maybe more…
Can bring on the inner genius
One or a million works of art
Maybe more…
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.
Savvy
#selfbelief #trust #faith #hope #meaning
The Comprehending Mind
The mind can see the bigger picture
Beyond the niggling bits
It can construct inspite of the constraints.
In a sea of jumbled words
All it needs is a little bit of structure
At times with just the first and last letter in the right place…
The scrambled words gets unscrambled.
The capacity to comprehend
To make sense and understand
To put together the pieces
Is in the deciphering ability
The human mind is truly amazing
In being able to see the words than mere letters.
In being able to analyze in prediction
Of the ensuing possibilities.
In hearing a sound and predicting the next.
In decoding arrangements.
In creating meaningful coherences
Perhaps there is wisdom
Then, in the well known words.
Mind over matter!
Savvy
Yesterday the flower was in full bloom
Filling the senses with unabashed beauty
Today it gently wraps unto itself
Knowing it’s deed is done
Letting itself recede into the background
Retreating as a way for another to bloom.
There are moments in the sun
For one and all
Such is the circle of life
How gracefully the flower accepts
The truth of life and living.
Every flower leaves a lesson behind
As it disappears into the sunset…
You are born to bloom
Life life lovingly!
Savvy