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!
A writers soul is found dancing in the letters as he writes.
A painters soul is found between the colours in the canvas
The potters soul is in his fingers shaping the clay passionately.
The singers soul is in the sounds created by the voice.
The dancers soul is flowing through in every movement made.
The Soul is a restless wanderer
It breathes free not in captivity,
But in every movement of creation.
It cannot be fathomed or even sensed
Other than in the light of passion in the being.
For then the soul shines in its own light
For it has found its purpose of being.
Change, the one that never changes
Is Nature’s way of continuing the Eternal cycle of life and death.
The Infinite Cosmic Energy, being the Eternal Centre
Changes keep on happening
In every atom, molecule, particle, and cell.
Thus widening the horizon,
From Invisible subtle to Visible gross.
Creation and destruction, a part of this change,
The various cycles of Life and seasons
Changing monotony to a variety
In mind and matter.
Colours and moods transient, every moment.
Wondering in awe to the moment next.
Dwell not in the past,
Fret not the Future,
Never to lose the Magic of the Present.
Each moment a new me is born.
Be present to cherish the Present.
Be aware n awake to witness
The blossom of bud to fragrant flower.
Anjana
‘Your poems become my muse’. 😊.
This is what I received from my mother this morning after she read my yesterday’s post ‘ Glimmers of hope’.
‘Thank you, mom, for writing your reflections. It truly means much to me.’
Have simply added some pictures to go along with her words.
Savvy
Beautiful flower
Tell me your secret
How unassuming of you
To show up with so much beauty
All for a single day in the sun?
Beautiful flower
You paint a lovely picture
Of hope and positivity
Of endearing tenderness
That speaks much without a word.
Beautiful flower
Your colour makes my day better
Having seen you blossom in full glory.
You awaken a sense of purpose
In one and all relentlessly every day.
Beautiful flower
Your sight brings joy
Your touch gentleness
Your being fragrance
You are a sight to behold!
Beautiful flower
My heartfelt gratitude to you.
For bestowing us all, your grace of being.
Today and every day!
Savvy
A few pictures that I clicked this morning in my terrace garden. I don’t know the names of these beauties but I do know they made me reflect with a certain gladness, simply partaking in a vision of their tender presence.
In the vastness of the dark
A single candle makes a difference
It illuminates and creates interest
It draws attention and focus
For it casts a riveting spell
It attracts life towards it
For it is light of Life itself.
Light and dark
Fill the void
With their own potential
There is much that is yet dark
Yet even a glimmer of light
Sends out a message there is hope
The purpose of light
Is to shine on its path
In spite of the darkness
The essence of light
Is never hidden too long
Although the light
May cross paths with darkness
The nature of light
Is to shine on…
No matter the darkness
For it cannot remain
Too long in the pocket
Suppressed or subdued.
It shares from wherever it can
In every direction and distance
And when it stir up on some reflections
And has pushed those shadows behind
It knows it has fulfilled its presence
Light is all encompassing
All allowing and fearless
Lighting paths of darkness
In clarity and understanding
In the utter dark of the night
Its presence needs a little wait
In both patience and perseverance
To envision the mighty rays
The dawn of its true potential
In Lighting the hearts
Aflame in purpose
In beauty of the envisioning…
The potential of possibilities
Light of Life
You are on your own
From the moment you birth
And you are enough for you
Savvy
This poem is a reflection of my thoughts after reading my good friend Anne Copeland’s verses on Lady of Light.
https://wp.me/paaMAw-2A .And while you are there you should also check out her very interesting blog All In a Days Breath.
PS: If you find yourself drawn to this picture like I did , do include your immediate thoughts below whatever comes to you . Am keen to understand and learn more… I would truly appreciate your effort.Thank you .
As we celebrate our Independence day in India, may we care to value the underlying philosophy behind the word Independence … the ability to voice our uniqueness and express our individuality amidst a global platform.
Truly, Independence is a birthright that allows us to freely express ourselves, but along with it, is a sense of responsibility, a duty to empower the within as much as the world .
Channelizing the creative flow of freedom of expression to positive outcomes for the larger good is a responsibility for every individual. It is actually the simple way to create a life of well being with in and around each of us and for the world at large .
As we are after all an interdependent world even in our states of independence…. that to me is valuing and practicing Conscious Independence.
Happy Independence Day!!!
May we always Dance the dance of independence and freedom.
May we tune ourselves to connect with joys in tandem.
May we always remember and value great souls lost in martyrdom.
May we acknowledge that the strength in the interdependence is never random.
May we always respect our roots and learn to follow our inner wisdom.
I admire the spirit of trees
& want to live learning from it.
I want to be one with the tree
But I do not want to be a tree…
For if every man becomes a tree
Who would be there to nurture & witness their beauty?
Trees need us and we need them. There is synergy dancing between us.
As we care to nourish the nature around us.
We are nourished back by nature.
We are born to live along with trees
They are lifes longings for itself
Like our sons and daughters
They are fragile and strong
And share untold wisdom within
And live sharing themselves.
They protect us with their shade
as much as they nourish us with their bearings.
In the strength of their interconnects we realise
The value in the interdependence.
They are because we are
We are because they are!
Celestial Creation & Destruction Dances hand in hand in Energetic, enigmatic endless flow. Formless blending into The Form. Gift to Cosmos. Unfathomed Happiness undermines the In-depth, concealed caring of Justice to prevail, in the Knowing of the Unknown all. Lasya ( dance of creation) and thandava (dance of destruction) both Merging in and emerging from Nataraja,The Cosmic Dancer. Oneness personified in essence. Purity and Power as its source. Quietude emerging in the motion. Rare culmination of creative Subtlety of concealed infinity.
‘Thathwamasi,’ , that’s the Truth. Unknown, Unsaid n Unseen Visions of Ultimate Reality. Worlds far and beyond knowledge Xceeds the human excellence. Yearning _’To be with IT ‘ is all one can wish with the Zeal of unwavering Faith .
This is a poem penned by my dear mother Anjana. I share it with a lot of joy as found it spiritually and creatively appealing.
I simply loved its amalgamation and the interplay of life and living just as much as the interplay of verses in alphabetical order.
Naṭarājameaning“the lord of dance”) is a depiction of the Hindu god Shiva as the cosmic ecstatic dancer. … TheNataraja reliefs have been represented in metal or stone in many temples, particularly in South India as well as identified in historic artwork from many parts of South Asia, in southeast Asia such as in Bali, Cambodia, and in central Asia.(Source Wiki)
Artwork by Savvy
The ultimate truth is we are one and interconnected with every thing in this dance in sublimity.
