This is one of those moments when writing and sharing stories from our lives bring us a deep sense of connection… with our readers and ourselves in gratitude for the learnings. And there is that sense of magic sensed in our hearts which evokes poignant feeling of fond memories of the people that are attached to it.
How much are we what we write about
Our thoughts are simply quite complex
Sometimes we are a bundle of contradictions
We may begin to write on a whim
As fancy may catch us sometimes
But we are steered by the thoughts that we think
Sometimes remembered reflections
Sometimes in propulsion of passions
Sometimes aimless fired by default
Sometimes in self awareness
Combining experiences in the life and living.
Within set standards in conformity or in whimsical sentimentality
Where is the turning point?
Where we assemble our thoughts
Amidst the jumble of arising waves
What distinguishes our thoughts
That flow from us in words
To arrange itself in this self arranging life.
In our fractality there is fragility
As much as rigourousness of rigidity
Raising righteousness in morality
Of conscientiousness in the wake of integrity.
And there is no denying the dedication
In single minded focus
In pursuing a thought home
Manifesting through words
Conveyed with a purpose.
In feelings and factuality
Peeling through the layers
There is much of us in what we write
And yet so much a figment of pure imagination
The words may carry our thoughts
But take on a form of their own…
Shaping up as stories
Letting there be a mystery
For all to read and fathom
Of how much is true
And what is fictional?🙂
Savvy
Life is calling
Whatever we are meant to create, collaborate, to do or accomplish with our lives… we will.
All of us meet with different facets of envisioning.
And as we move on to connect we take in different aspects of understanding.
Our life is changed & continues to change
In every intersection of interaction
Sometimes it’s a feeling, a thought.
At times it’s a drive so full of intentions.
Life is meant to churn out the truth of it’s own existence
It is meant to evolve in the changes.
So important to know the value of every life.
The power of every contact
The force of nature in every connection
That leaves imprints for posterity.
Each exchange, every dialogue
Every word, every letter
Is energy unleashed with emotions
The intentions carry them through.
Value the intuition you sense
In every connection
The purpose clarifies itself to you.
Every life is meant to make a difference
To someone somewhere
It could be you.
No two lives can be compared
For they are not the same
Not even at birth, although they are humans
The life experiences along lifetimes
Decide the nature of the being
And nurture then interpolates itself
And love makes way for itself
To flow into the being.
In the web of complexities of life
The being starts and courses its journey
In the dance of the elements
The being senses the truth of life in the living.
In searching and seeking
In awe and wonder
In beauty and grace
In the chaos and challenges
In the success and failures
It finds its bearings and builds resilience
Every life aligns towards its calling in time
Seeking decreases accepting increases
To refine the process of awareness
In the journey of conscious awakenings.
Isnt life like a game of chess
Where every move matters
Where every step creates opportunities
Where without a plan we may be flummoxed
Where a sense of direction creates progress
Where there is anticipation of possibilities.
Where there is a passion for purpose
Where dedication and perseverance.
Where attentive alertness makes all the difference.
Where awareness and keen observation matters much.
Where every decisive move can impact profoundly
And yet with all the planning one could be checkmated.
Life is meant to be played on for there is no looking back.
Where having a goal is important to fulfillment of living.
Yes life is like a game
Where joys of the journey is greater than success and failures.
