We are Magical beings in the flow Such is the truth of creation Yet often we are blinded by our own self Clouding our minds with density Of thoughts and doubts For we are so full of ourselves Our illusory pride and prejudices Out assumed notions and convictions. That we forget we are part of the infinite abundance. With immense potential in the possibilities.
If only we can believe In our being and choose to trust In the purpose of our being. Acknowledge with awareness The spirit of life and living Choosing to thrive in the flow. Learning to allow and accept The unfolding cosmic patterns By stepping out of our own way!
We explore it in unique ways Some of us lookup at the sky Admiring the infinite vastness Of spaces above and beyond
Some of us look down at the ground Preferring to dig deep into nature To witness the foundation of living Exploring the very roots of the life
Some choose to dream and envision What might be, in hope for the morrow Some sit in stillness witnessing their breath Knowing all the truths of life is within.
Some prefer to dance with life In this now as it unfolds Accepting nature as it appears Preferring to make best of its moments.
Love boomerangs It is the very nature of love. For love generates more love In the sharing is creating In the creation is the spreading Of this heartfelt expansion called love.
Love is meant to flow For life to be sustained. Love flows its course In its own time. Such is the power of love Love when channeled In goodwill transforms the world.
In this love, life is lived In this love writers write Dancers dance, artists create Poetry flows, Singers sing All in the resonance of love.
Love envelopes the whole spirit Without fear or favor For love boomerangs Such is nature of love. Sweet Love!💙💜💙
Our perception The way we see Changes the way We take action Our attitude Can make or break Our way of being.
Its all in us The ability Of changing Our ways Towards understanding Towards realizing Towards learning There is always more… Than what we choose to presume The way we express The way we carry ourselves Our attitude says it all!
When you look at other people through a lens of compassion and understanding rather than judgment and jealousy, you are better able to see them for what they are—human beings.” ~ Unknown
Have the kindness to see the good
Disregard and cast off the negative
There will be much that may cloud
your vision.
There is much we do not know
We all have our own stories
Of trials and tribulations
It’s not easy for any of us.
And for some it may just be
A little extra tough these times.
Truly it takes nothing from you
To choose to stay positive
And stay nice no matter!
Our world is having it rough already
Let’s try and make it better
Each of us one kind gesture in time
Let’s leave imprints of kindness
In hearts and souls
Let us empower our spirit
To be hopeful and happy
All is meant to be well
So be kind and do good!
Every thought sets a pattern
In fact in a loop
Of interwoven scenes
Some that seem relatively strange
And some unidentifiable
Every loop jumps and lights up another
In the intersection
Is thought quantifiable at all?
Thoughts come and go
But what if we reflect on our thoughts
Like witnessing our breath, as it goes on
Thoughts may manifest on their own.
When we are mindful of our thoughts.
May be just for a bit of time every now and then
We flow along and cultivate an awareness of its nature
We become gradually mindful of the now.
In time, a sense of connect develops
In conscious awareness of our intentions.
We are creating spaces between our thoughts
And pauses in our reflections.
When shift is known by the mind
And felt in the heart
Then every thing moves
In conscious awareness.
A forward doing the rounds on Social Media caught my attention today.
Worth taking a moment to read and contemplate.
💦 After the 93 year old man in Italy got better in the hospital, he was told to pay for the ventilator for one day, and the old man cried. The doctor advised him not to cry over the bill.
What the old man said made all the doctors cry.
Old man said, “I don’t cry because of the money I have to pay. I can pay all the money.” *I cry because I have been breathing God’s air for 93 years, but I never pay for it. It takes €5,000 to use a ventilator in a hospital for one day. Do you know how much I owe God ? I didn’t thank God for that before.”*
The truth of the news can’t be verified, but the old man’s words are worth our reflection.
When we breathe the air freely without pain or illness, no one takes the air seriously. Only when we enter the hospital can we know that even breathing oxygen with a ventilator costs money!
🙏🏽 *Cherish the time when we can breathe freely..!* 💐👏🏽
It is certainly true for we take nature for granted. The Sun, the moon, water, air, glaciers mountains trees rivers animals and humans all have reason to be.
“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?”
