Or simply a clarity of illusions in the reflections.
Was watching the reflections of sunlight dancing on this patch of water on the window sill of my terrace one evening. I was mesmerized by the fleeting cloud it had captured and its amazing colours that held my fancy for a long while…
Love makes you hear music, you have never heard before,
Love makes your steps look like a dance.
Love makes your heart flutter in abandon.
Love makes you see the truth of beauty in the ordinary.
Love is the gift of grace from your soul.
Be in love. Be in love
With yourself and the world around.
And make both a better place to be in.
To find the real among these fakes. We are sadly ina world without ethical practices in businesses. We need to find ways to sustain our world . It begins with each of us. As each step to change for better and find solutions starts with understanding the issues up close.
Came across this very insightful and relevant video clip
The awesomeness of pink delights
A tree, a path, a bench in the sunlight. Lovely sight with a spark of romance
A breath of freshness, a hint of fragrance How unassuming is this place
For a bit of peace, a perfect space. To cherish this view with care
All I need is a moment to spare!
Point of intersection
Sacred and sacrosanct
To the evolving
In thoughts ideas or deeds.
In making and breaking
In marking or masking
In chanelling or containing
And changing in the exchanges.
The element of space
Creates the challenges.
Emergence of a point or idea
Creates ways for the dance of evolution
Moving it towards convergence
What matters is the path and the way
It chooses to do so.
In intention and contention
Significance of its impact
Matters to the whole
In the freedom lost and gained
As a means to an end
Or in a journey of wonder.
In this dance
Of emergence and convergence
Containing and contracting
In nullifying on impact
Or expressing and expanding
In projecting the possibilities
Creating scope to flourish or finish
Gradually or abruptly.
In the course of such a convergence
The meeting point then diverges
Into the experiences of the being
In thought and action
Creating a muscle memory.
To take off on its course
Treading over or gliding through
To new paths in the possibilities.
In birthing or bouncing off
The intersections create energy
Like a pen striking words on a paper
The first draft there is much to write
But in the second there is discipline
As words are omitted to drive the point.
In the ensuing edits
There is order and structure
Helping matter get the message
In the conveyance of the creativity.
Like in art so in life
The dance goes on
Sometimes making a point
At times lost in translations.
The mood and setting may change
The course of improvisations
At times in all subtlety.
In depths of consciousness awareness
Arrive valuable insights
On spacing or styling
On perfecting the portraying
On emotions conveyed
On composition and construction
On overall content
Until the points are perfected
To express openly
Relentless as is our thoughts
Such is way of the words
Our imagination is infinite
All pervasive and expansive
And in all that’s said and done
There is much left unsaid
And yet while the words flow on
The dance goes on…
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!