This very impressive piece of work by Polish artist Jacek Yerka called the Bible Dam caught my attention…
A few musings on similar lines. If all the knowledge of the world Could be collected and channeled To flow into a ocean of knowing Ready to pour out the learning Crystallized into books for the reading Ever ready in the giving To ease the receiving. What a wise world it would be! But is knowing simply enough?
Knowledge is willing to be shared But is the learning enough? To make the world wise Without the experiences to practice No knowledge can be worthy And no knowing really useful.
Life is in the knowing, sharing learning processing, experiencing & most of all in the living.
Although today is being celebrated as the ‘World Animals Day’
Every day is animals day! World Animal Day is an international day of action for animal rights and welfare celebrated annually on October 4, the feast day of Francis of Assisi, the patron saint of animals.
Leaving you with a beautiful quote share here….
Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened.
The Voynich manuscript is a famous medieval text of about 240 pages written in a mysterious language that so far has proven to be undecipherable. Some of the pages are missing, with around 240 remaining. The text is written from left to right, and most of the pages have illustrations or diagrams. Some pages are foldable sheets. Although there are many attempts to decode the script it has been stumping cryptologists so far. Some claims through algorithmic decoding have analyzed the language has similarities to Hebrew and even Mazatec. But there are no conclusive pieces of evidence. The content has reference to many subjects including herbal medicine, botany, astronomical, biological, cosmological and pharmaceutical sections including a section with recipes. The manuscript has been kept at the Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library at Yale University since 1969. It’s named after Wilfrid Michael Voynich, the Polish book dealer who purchased it from a Jesuit library in Italy in 1912. The vellum on which it is written has been carbon-dated to the early 15th century, and it may have been composed in Italy during the Italian Renaissance. Like its contents, the history of ownership of the Voynich manuscript is contested and filled with some gaps. The codex belonged to Emperor Rudolph II of Germany (Holy Roman Emperor, 1576-1612), who purchased it for 600 gold ducats and believed that it was the work of Roger Bacon. (Source Wikipedia)
Likewise to this manuscript… There are many mystical truths That exists around us undecoded Some lost in translations, undeciphered Some beyond our understandings still. The truth is right here For us to figure out in time.
I write when I am charged with an idea, an inspiration. Or perhaps when there is nothing else to do.
I write to balance my emotions whenever it needs equilibrium.
I write to flow with the moment with a thought that aligns as it calls on and emerges into a pattern in prose or verse.
I write to understand better when thoughts overpower…overstimulate the mind.
I write to let go of all that comes to my mind which I feel and hope can make a positive difference somewhere to someone reading me.
I write at times in deliberation too, to process and synthesize new understandings.
I write to unshackle from the many convictions I may unknowingly hold. As I write they break loose from restrictive spaces and help to align my thoughts in the sifting.
I write to express the bounties of life that I’m blessed to enjoy in gratitude.
I write to sense the bliss of being with all of me in the moment.
I write to radiate the positive intentions in hope & gratitude.
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!
Every tiny achievement is a step forward towards a goal. A goal perhaps to publish books someday!✍
My heartfelt thanks to my dear mother for motivating me to write. To my loving daughter and my better half for being there and supporting me in my journey. And recently my aunt who has chanced upon my writings and is now ardently encouraging me.
There is an invisible bond that forms between a writer and reader, a relationship that thrives if it is of mutual respect and understanding. As both are giving away their precious time of their lives in the writing and the reading. Ideally, it is a symbiotic relationship as there can never be one without the other. Both are valuable and contribute deeply in their mere presence.
A reader is as necessary to the writer as ink and paper, as without a reader the writer will have no reason to put down thoughts in written format. And if there is no one yet at least for the self to read on.:))
Have become a writer along the way without even realizing it since I started my blogging journey. And the WordPress experience is truly insightful as well as inspiring not to mention deeply rewarding. All thanks to my dear WordPress family of friends, followers and readers.🙏 Many of you with your hearty engagement, appreciation and your kind words through these years have been truly motivating me. I sincerely appreciate your continued presence through these years.
Must confess the journey so far has been a creatively enriching discovery for me of some amazing writers and their wonderful writings. Some have inspired me with precious comments as well, which have been gems of thoughts in reflection.
Thank you and so grateful to each of you dear patrons for your generous support and kind appreciation.💙🙏💙
Discernment is a spiritual gift
As humanity stands perplexed
At times in the paradoxes of life
Confounded by challenges.
In the throes of confusion.
An ability to figure things out.
A clarity of purpose and reason.
An act of perception of the obscure.
An ability to be insighted and comprehend.
A sifting through to make sense of it all
Acknowledging the spirit of the soul
Meeting through both the head and the heart.
Discernment is a wonderful tool
In intervention than in criticism.
For the gift is an ability to distinguish
The truth, in the facades that may appear.
In understanding the real and unreal
The truths and the untruths
And everything in between.
When seen with dispassionate eyes
Beyond the mirrored existence
Shifting perspectives in the making.
Yet knowing simply all as parts of the same source.
Savvy
Savvy Raj 
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