The Way of the Universe is Abundance It is the way of nature. We come from it and we are nature. Our deepest intentions Find its way to fulfillment in time.
What is important is trustfulness In faith of the flow In belief and hope For as you ensivision The truth manifests itself.
Stay patient Trust life To unravel itself And deliver in time.
Today is the day seven of starting an experimental journey.Everyday through this week I have been writing and sharing a few verses in flow that some of you chose to continue as well. Thank you all for your support likes and each day of your creative interactions. I loved exploring these musings to unravel what evolved through the week and see the interweaves in the interconnects.
If you would like to visit each of them Here are thes links … Verses in Flow
I have started an experimental journey and would like to invite you to be a part of it. Everyday through this week I have been writing and sharing a few verses in flow that you can choose to continue as well.
Would love to explore the connection in what evolves through the week and see the interweaves in the interconnects.
I have started an experimental journey and would like to invite you to be a part of it. Everyday through this week I will be writing and sharing a few verses in flow that you can choose to continue as well. Would love to explore the connection in what evolves through the week and see the interweaves in the interconnects. Verses in Flow DAY 1 Truth DAY 2 : RootsDay3 Reason Day 4 Live
DAY 5 Life
You have had the good and bad Countless times in the circle of life You have been challenged Over and over again.
Value the moments of victory Acknowledge the learning in defeats Take them all by your stride. For the circle of life moves forward…
Take a coal seller a scholar and a poet out in the fields
The poet will be silent and full of wonder The scholar will look and think The coal seller will probably search for blackberries and mushrooms.
Take them to the theater And only the coal seller isn’t yawning.
The person who prefers what is alive To what is artificial Is the man who thinks sings and dreams.
The head of the coal seller is full of fantasies.
I came across this intriguing poetry by the great Spanish Poet Antonio Muchado. I found some of his works fascinating . And some of his works are deeply reflective and often spiritually and ethically inclined.
Shared this particular poem for its perspective… do you agree?What is your interpretation of this poetry? Would love to know! Savvy
A Professor started his class on a very serious Topic. The moment he turned towards the blackboard, one of the students whistled. He turned, looked at the class and asked the Whistler’s name. No one answered.
The Professor peacefully kept the Pen in his pocket saying: “Lecture ends here. I’ll tell you a story to utilise the remaining time”.
Everyone became interested.
“Yesterday night I tried hard to sleep, but it was miles away from my eyes, so I thought I’d better get petrol in my car, which will save my time next morning and might induce sleep. After having my tank full, I started roaming in that area, enjoying the peace of a traffic free ride.
Suddenly, on the corner I saw a girl who was as young and beautiful as the clothes she was wearing. Must have been returning from a party. Out of courtesy, I turned my car towards her and asked if I may be of any help. She asked me if I could drop her to her home, she’ll be very obliged, to which I agreed.
She sat in the front seat with me. We started talking, and to my amazement she was very intelligent, had control on many topics which many youngsters don’t.
When we reached her address, she admitted my courteous nature and behavior and accepted that she would love to meet again.
I also admitted her intelligence and beauty and that I’ve also started liking her. I told her about my job as a professor in the university.
The girl asked my number, which I gave her willingly. Then she asked me a favor, to which i couldn’t have denied naturally.
She said that her brother is a student in the same university, and asked me to take care of him, since we’ll meeting each other more now.
I asked the name of the student. She said that I’ll recognise him with one of his very prominent quality, *He whistles a lot!*
All eyes in the classroom turned towards the boy who had whistled.
The professor said: “I didn’t buy my Ph. D in Psychology.. I earned it”.
When words propose in a flow
That is persuading and all pervading
No matter the rhyme or form
It becomes poetry
Creating a zen like feeling
That makes you want to be
In that state of awareness
Inspite of knowing
Everything moves on…
Have you ever been enticed by the eloquence of words?
Personally I have many favorites
But these profound words by Gibran deeply impacted me… Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
Infact all the lines that follow are equally poignant as well as profound.
So much wisdom in those words for life and living.
Which is your favorite piece of poetry?
Do your remember those verses vividly ?
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