Stardust that we are made of
Sparkles from our soul
Sometimes through words or deeds
Emanating from the source codes.
We are mystical manifestations
Flowing waves in the light of consciousness
Sometimes discreet and subtle
Sometimes blatantly conspicuous
And at times moderate and refined
Deeply woven circles of life and living
All illuminating the projections of purpose
Creator has endowed within us.
Born of intentions in the intersections.
We are magical spectaclar light.
Radiant and luminescent spirits
Converging in such an emergence
Our soul speaks without words
Our deeds come together
To make a mark in this circle of life
For life finds a way unto itself
To flow along the rapids
Or wait it out in patience
All for an expression of our souls’ callings.
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.
The first lesson
Nature is patient and never in a hurry
All takes its course in time
As a blooming bud
As a fragile flower
You cannot force them to flower
Patience and perseverance is the key
Nature is abundant
It gives and receives
The beauty of nature
The fruits of nature
Is its gift.
It bears much too
Nature is full of resilience
Teaching lessons of living
So full of grace and dignity
And yet…
The third lesson
Nature balances itself
Time to time
When life gets too tilted
Nature plays on
Its courses through
And unearths its fury too!
Never tamper with nature
For nature exacts much
Unleashing its wrath
To beget its equilibrium
Treat nature well
Both inner and outer
For every thing is part of nature
And nature will thrive.
Irony of our times
In the name of connection
We are truly disconnected
We are celled to our phones
Caught hook line and sinker…
Glued to a metal contraption
That’s overtaking our lives
Living in a imaginary world
We are feeding on bytes
While reality bites
Haven’t we taken
A bite of more than we can chew?
Savvy
Here is an animation by Steve Cutts …that brings forth the stark truth of our times.
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.
If emotions were tubes of colours
The way we paint every day
The way we live our lives
The way we think and express
Our own experiences in being.
Will be a riot on the canvas.
Envisioning in the seeing…
Flashes of brilliance in bright yellow
Of optimism and cheer
Sporadically surging joy and ecstasy.
Going green in connectedness
Contented lines flowing in trustful acceptance
Or moves markedly hesitant in fear and apprehension.
Arresting artistry of living life in loving kindness
Explosions of reds marking anger
Or in delusions of grandeur in aggression.
In ingenious masterstrokes in fits of rage
Of imagination running wild.
Colour of Purple in projecting pride.
Of passionate perseverance to detail
Or a certain aloofness in respectful reservation.
A sense of ascension and royalty.
Shades of blue in thoughtful flow and serenity
Or organic spaced out zenful zones
Of mindful movements in the making.
Yes there is an emotion in every colour
As colours are but tools of expression
Of the ever changing moods of man
How colorful is the spirit of our soul.
Every colour plays a significant role
Like in the wheel of colours
So are emotions that appear
In the wheel of life.
Each plays it’s part.
All matters to the whole.
Savvy Raj 
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