Came across this beautiful picture share
And couldn’t help take a second glance
Credits go to the photographer fully for this amazing photograph.
Leaving me to question in awe
Is this a piece of heaven on earth?
Leading me to another question
Is heaven in a piece of your soul
Sought to be sighted in some faraway land?
Perhaps it’s nearer home.
Not milky ways away.
Heaven is the gasp of breath you take.
Heaven is in the tree of life.
Heaven is full of hope and wonder.
Heaven grounds you home or leaves you awestruck.
Heaven speaks from the heart.
For heaven knows …
Have you found your piece of heaven?
Trust yourself you will know it.
Image credits to the unknown photographers
If we only could understand
Our so-called imperfections
Are pieces in the giant puzzle
Of life and living
They are meant to match
Another jigsaw somewhere somehow.
We are meant to piece together
Collaborate and correlate
The meaning of life and living
Of existence beyond the bread & butter.
Of what makes us survive
In spite of the insurmountable.
If we could only begin to see
The beauty within us
We would learn to appreciate the beauty
That surrounds us.
We are perfectly defaulted
We are blessedly imperfect
As we are divinely manifested
To be the way we are.
We are but mirrors in the reflection
Across dimensions of space and time
Such is the eternal truth of our being.
We construct and deconstruct
In our imagined cosmos
The truth of our own existence.
We bounce and reflect our perspectives
In and on to each other.
We shine our brilliance.
We mirror perceptions.
We are vulnerable and yet volatile beings
Beaming energies boundlessly.
The task is to recognize the strength of our souls.
In our perfectly imperfect ways
We pattern our world along with us.
We are creation and creation is within us.
Our thoughts are powerful and with it
We are creating and altering the social structure of life itself.
Our world needs each of us.
To have our edges, sawed or not
Blunt or sharp
For actualising the purpose we are born for.
We are way bearers for the future
We are the torch and flame of life
Existence longing for itself.
Life can be fickle and yet very wise
The choice is ours to take.
Love is one of the most natural and yet the most complex of emotions
Where true love is, peace walks in…
Love is the unison of the heart & mind.
Love makes the world go around.
Love speaks beyond borders
Love leaves impressions in eternity
Love is a gift of nature.
Love is kind and giving.
Love is an expression of life.
Love emits confidence and ease
Love evokes positive creativity.
Love is blind & beyond discernment
Love sees things for itself.
Love moulds itself in feeling &emotions
Love clouds the rational mind.
Love changes the equation.
Love can mend the broken heart
Love hurts and heals.
Love cares and cures as well.
Love has many forms and shapes.
Love is the innate power of life.
Love can alter the course of life.
Love is life, well-lived.
Love is meant to evolve life.
Where love flows, life nourishes itself.
What is life without love?
Live life lovingly!
Thirst is meant to be quenched
A thirst for knowledge .
Is a wonderful start of all learning
But is thirst simply enough to know?
Thirst for knowing must never be coerced…
To truly want to learn one needs
Focus and drive.
Passion and purpose
Patience and perseverance
Analysis and deduction
Attention and retention.
And most of all patience.
Knowledge is wonderful
But knowing is valuable…
For all knowledge does not mean knowing.
As there is always more to learn and unlearn.
Knowledge dances on the edges of true knowing.
And wisdom lies in every bit of knowing.
AN ARTIST’S RELATION TO SOLITUDE
An artist must make time for the long periods of solitude
Solitude is extremely important
Away from home
Away from the studio
Away from family
Away from friends
An artist should stay for long periods of time at waterfalls
An artist should stay for long periods of time at exploding volcanoes
An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at fast-running rivers
An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the horizon where the ocean and sky meet
An artist should stay for long periods of time looking at the stars in the night sky
I loved the poem enough to share it, yet felt there is something much deeper to reflect there.
Is solitude the road to stillness … afterall there is often stillness in the movements and movement in the stillness as well.
So I would like to ask an artist…
Do you really want solitude or stillness ?
Sometimes in deep solitude there is no stillness.
And that is perhaps the reason for the need of staying away from it all.
Staying away is not the answer but just a change to alter and arrange thoughts.
For thoughts run amuck sometimes and have a speed all their own
Perhaps the need of the moment is being still
To witness the tides as they rise and recede.
Stillness is amidst it all in your hearts
Not in some far away place.
Then anytime you are free to…
Walk in to your own special place.
Art happens out of nowhere
It has no specific time to arrive
In the busiest of moments
Arises an insight
To write to paint and draw
It tugs on your heart to create itself.
It sees no day or night
No reason to appear or disappear
In fact art is living in every moment
Waiting for us to manifest it.
Trust another but more importantly trust yourself and know, that it will never let you fall!