Our cellular awareness is trained to transmit messages through feelings that convey where words fail. It is embedded within our conscious awareness to guide us from inside out. Many of our beliefs in trust, faith and hope are powered in and from this core of our consciousness.
In this understanding is the reason for the purpose of why we do what we do, why we feel the way we feel, have an instinctual sensation of the direction of where a path leads to. In the confluence of creativity in connection & compassion, there is confidence emanating through our deeds.
When we lead from here, many of our so-called equations held through by analysis often fail to make much sense.
When we follow in faith we move in synchrony with ourselves as we are not just in a flow, we are the flow.
Where is your sense of being?
Your space to make sense of life!
Are you acquainted well and in tune with your habitat?
How well do you know of who you are?
Can you fathom the potential possibilities
Of your ubiquitous and unique life?
Between the known and unknown
Of the simple to the complex
Emerge new patterns in the making
From the reigning confusion in the chaos.
Creating in the exploring
Illusory dimensions in reflections
What is logical and yet elusive
The ambiguity of certainty!
And yet …
Our sense of being, while creating new patterns of thoughts is deeply rooted in nature, and in nurture, which gives it a sense of direction in spite of the chaos and confusion.
A writers soul is found dancing in the letters as he writes.
A painters soul is found between the colours in the canvas
The potters soul is in his fingers shaping the clay passionately.
The singers soul is in the sounds created by the voice.
The dancers soul is flowing through in every movement made.
The Soul is a restless wanderer
It breathes free not in captivity,
But in every movement of creation.
It cannot be fathomed or even sensed
Other than in the light of passion in the being.
For then the soul shines in its own light
For it has found its purpose of being.
Blazing sun
Scorching sands
Sizzling days
Humid nights
Awaiting relief
Summer to rain
First shower
Fragrant earth
Heavenly delight
Rainy holidays
Feeling cool
Corn on cobs.
Cheap thrills
Small puddles
Splashing water
Rain coats and caps
Unfolding umbrellas
River on streets
Muddy water
Flooding roads
Chaotic confusion
Delayed trains
Traffic stops
People stranded
Rainy days turn dreary
All wet and weary
Hoping for relief
From incessant downpours
Awaiting a change
Of the Season in question
Life is circle
Of seasons in cycles
Each births and gives way
For another, on its way.
Amidst it all
Are those little glimmers of hope
Understated and unsaid
Unseen and unspoken
Little joys of being
That makes you make it…
Through yet another day.
These glimmers of hope
Though seasons may change
Hope is here to stay!
Savvy
Well, this one turned out to be a really long walk through the seasons!🙂 But seriously, as I started thinking of the changing seasons, with winter knocking our welcome door, I realised how much harsh winter could get for someone far away as well. So it goes for the other seasons…
Yet every season is a magical gift, and leaves us with glimmers of hope!
We do need our seasons to come and go like they always do, one after the other for then, all is well with our world. 🙂
WordPress certainly has its unique ways
Of appreciation and encouragement
To support the writers on this platform
There are stats that show up on screen.
So I am told one morning by WordPress
That I am on a three-day posting streak
At first, I was amused and a tad bit confused
For hadn’t I been posting literally every day… for so long…
But guess WordPress took its own sweet time
To catch up to my blog amongst the millions
So I too decided to play along…
Every day since then I have been publishing
A poem written afresh, simply inspired
A continuation from my previous post
In creatives emerging in thoughts.
Perhaps from a readers comment
Or better still in its contemplation.
Today as I complete a 10-day streak
I want to share these published posts
Here together in an attempt to string
These beads of thoughts together
Poetry can be the jewellery of language.
Pearls of fresh thoughts bonded into words.
Creativity strung together in a form.
Like a necklace that is adorned in appreciation.
Creativity is there within
Us all for the taking
And all it needs is a step in
In reflection and action…
It was a joy to play along
Connecting the dots,
Stringing the words,
As they came along.
Kudos to WordPress
Stats for the supportive inputs And my amazing blogger friends
For inspirations along my way.
Savvy
Here are the links of the last 10 day Post streak that I will simply call Creative Enrichments
A few observations …
These ten days I had a purpose steeped in creative enrichment. The idea was to be receptive and responsive to whatever that these posts brought forth.
And I sensed how these Inspirations came my way on its own.
A special thanks to a few WordPress writers who are involved without their own knowledge… that I want to thank here.
for being there with words of encouragement and sharing apt and brilliant quotes in goodwill every step of the way. They are truly thoughtful insights. Do keep them coming.
Everything we do , everything we think we own, all returns back to the source some day. In knowing this truth we need to sense gratitude for what is … and that is one of the secrets to living life lovingly!
The Axe Forgets The Tree Remembers. …African Proverb
The surging pain of the strike The slashing that seethes the soul. The emotions deepen the wound Such is the exacting nature of the hurt.
But learn you must To gradually evolve To let go the past To grow anew Arise from the scars Forget you may not But forgive you can!
Like the barks of the tree Although scathed and bruised By the cuts of the axe Growing out new branches And blossoming into spring Flowering in fortitude… Strengthening the Soul Renewing the spirit
For the Bark of a Tree … Tells the tale of sheer grit And strength in the grounding.
Your life’s scars are patterns Life has drawn on you While you held ground.
Replenish &Regenerate. Only to bloom again in time!
For all artists, thoughts are the treaure troves of creative enterprise, to choose those from which to create from, are also thoughts that help pick tools for the infinite paths of expression.
The ability to express or create art is a gift. A Gift of Grace.
To respect the gift of creativity …. is to express gratitude and use it in empowering ways.
To be able to express and convey is to be able to let go without doubts of disbelief.
To be ready and willing to share helps boosts the sense of self confidence and self worth.
Take time to appreciate the grace of your gift , as you make a difference in your own unique way!
Beyond words… are the realms of the heart!
Savvy Raj 