A thought is a full circle From synapse to the sensing It travels beyond spaces and back Symbol of life in the buzzing.
In the circle of life and living Arises sparks of thinking in the sensing Many thoughts may come and go, Sometimes structured & logical, At times they disappear in a moment Yet some thoughts leave imprints in time.
As thoughts keep on arising These dots of thoughts shape into patterns Emitting in the strength of momentum To countless circles of thoughts in the propelling.
Imagination begins with thoughts There is great power in imagination Imagination can heal or hurt Stemming from infinite abundance. Imagination draws from nature & nurture.
In thinking out of the box Raw & unstructured or uncontrollable Resulting in unexpected creativity Exploring potential possibilities. Thoughts in a flow, forming patterns Shapes moulding within a structure
Meandering like a river Or bursting like a volcano Uncontrollable & quite unexpectedly Often chaotic and welling up the feelings.
Imagination seeks to find its own path
Much of imagination is forgotten soon Or gets lost in translation.
When imagination is reinforced In strength of inate potential of being There is hope for inspirational creativity When imagination is reigned In fear and ridicule There is chance of darkness of morbidity Creating doubts and uncertainties.
Your Imagination is who you are Imagination manifests through you Yet in steering imagination Creativity is born. The source of thoughts arise from within You have the choice to steer the course In mindfulness the path of imagination Can be witnessed and channeled.
The journey of imagination Take you places you have never been.
Betwixt & beyond the illusions & reality Through dimensions of time & space To the quantum truths of your being In expressing, exchanging imagination.. Innovations are possible. The magic is all in the imagination What matters is where you want to go!
My post The journey of imagination is simply a flow of thoughts from reading your post and a few comments. So a humble dedication of this post back to you.Thank you my friend 🙏
A Sufi Tale: A merchant from Baghdad entered a Sufi’s shop, which had essence jars on the shelves. Marveling at the beauty of the place, he asked, “Sir, what is sold here?” The Sufi replied, “The gifts of God”.
The merchant was surprised with the answer, & asked, “And how much do they cost?” “Nothing, here all is for free”, said the Sufi, observing carefully, that the traveller could see the labels: “Jugs of Love”; “Jars of Faith”; “Packages of Hope”.
The merchant said, “A big jug of love, all the packages of hope & three jars of faith for me, my friends & my family”.
The Sufi carefully prepared the order & handed him a small box. Surprised, the merchant exclaimed, “But, but…. how can everything I have asked for, be in this tiny box?”
Smiling, the Sufi replied, “In God’s store, we do not sell fruits, only seeds. You have to sow them. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
When what you say And what you do Are congruent The effect of your words & deeds Radiates all around you in resonance.
It’s no wonder then that In a world that seems so dissonant Words and deeds need to synch. In harmony of such synchrony Faith and trust meet belief And that’s what makes all the difference.
I turn to self reflection and solitude walking in contemplative introspection, when I need to rebalance and align myself , as in doing so I am able to understand and reconsider how difficult it has been, given the circumstances and I comfort myself by acknowledging that I have done my best.
I am grateful for this ability to write and paint my heart away, and express myself through arts, just as much as being kinder and compassionate with myself. For in every such moment, I am learning to be a better me.
I also find great solace in meditative movements and soulful dancing that help me bounce back to normalcy.
Every continent has become an island in itself, Every country has become a fort in itself, Every state has become a prison in itself, Every city has become a jail in itself, Every family live in confinement , Every member is confined to their solitary cell.
Afraid to travel, afraid to meet, Afraid to hug ,all in their own cell.
Nature endowed us with power to protect. Our selfish greed ,ego and pride put us in this unfathomable pit. What we have done to ourselves. In the name of research n development We have ended up in our own hell.
Never cross boundaries with Nature None can stand its powerful nature. The lessons learnt are never to forget. All long for the bygone past wandering freely in spaces vast, Celebrating occasions mingling with relations.
Humble down to Cosmic rules Simple joys will surface in our pools .
Savvy Raj 
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