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.
In the pulse of life
In the heartbeat of love
In the bareness of our soul
In the strength of our being
In the silence of prayer
In the vividity of the now
Betwixt and between
Everything and nothingness
Above and Around
Spaces here and beyond
Enveloping Time and timelessness
In the sound of soundlessness
In the question and the answer
In the truth of life and living
In the hope of the being
In you and in me!
Nature is so full of play
Creation speaks much for itself
In myriad patterns of formations
In countless whorls of leaves
An abundance of arresting artistry
Interspersed with wisdom of the creator
To discover in the learning
To understand and appreciate
Undeniable is the creators joy
In the manifestations of colours
Juxtaposed with unbelievable designs
All in such effortless grace
And what to speak of fragility
Of the tender blossoms of life
That emote so much inspirations
All endowed with the creators grace.
Spirals of enigmatic flow
Of magnanimous expressions
As much as the subtlety in self similarity
Leaving imprints of sublime divine.
Fractal patterns of nature
Infinite abundance, infinite energies
Infinite potential, infinite possibilities
Nature speaks the art of creation.
You see it around you
In the strength of faith
In a shift of perspectives
In envisioning beyond
In refusing to give up
In never losing hope
In allowing to be guided
In seeing possibilities in the impossibles
In keeping wonder alive
In sensing, the evolving miracles
In knowing, the fragility of every now
In living life’s every moment
As if it’s a miracle in itself
Either there is a miracle for you
Waiting to happen
Or you are the miracle for another
Waiting to unfold
Both are inspiration for one or the other
For out of difficulties
Miracles are born!
Whenever and wherever there is hope, faith and love… miracles happen.
My reflections on the stunning capture of the Cherry blossom Tree on Mount Fuji in Japan.
On the razors edge , there is poignant elegance
Beautiful poise, precariously in balance
Amidst the fury of the fire raging beneath
She stand resolute in her calmth
Not helpless but in knowing Nature’s ways
That in time all is well back to base
Beauty on the outside burns off into the ember
Leaving an ashen pile of dust to remember
Yet deluding the fury in being uprooted
In the strength of the grounding firmly rooted
Leaving an evergreen picture of poise
She has that stoic stance of grace
A pose of composure on destiny’s face
In spite of a life abruptly denied
She is the beauty of Grace personified !