Is the form you see
Exactly the form I see
Perhaps they differ
In the way we choose to interpret.
Is form the mark of reality
Does being formless makes it unreal
Is form the contention
To know the real and unreal.
Forms are shaped by intentions
In dedication & deliberation.
For forms become fleeting memories
Perishing in the sands of time.
While the formless evolve in the heart
Holding up to unfathomable faith
They may live on in the silent knowing
Of unspoken trust in the being.
Discernment of the forms
In the inner recesses of the heart and the mind
Waltzes the consciousness of the being
In States of knowing ,of the truth of light
A light of wisdom
That takes many forms
Million times over
To show the path of truth.
The path is lit
As the steps are taken
The forms manifest in the interactions
Of vibrations in resonance.
Between these Illuminating illusions
Of the form and formless
What is real and unreal
All are just reflections in the dimensions.
In the beam of even one moment of truth
Is the convergence of envisioning
Forms and formless become one
Conveying the message safely home.
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
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.
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.
Every tiny achievement is a step forward towards a goal. A goal perhaps to publish books someday!✍
My heartfelt thanks to my dear mother for motivating me to write. To my loving daughter and my better half for being there and supporting me in my journey. And recently my aunt who has chanced upon my writings and is now ardently encouraging me.
There is an invisible bond that forms between a writer and reader, a relationship that thrives if it is of mutual respect and understanding. As both are giving away their precious time of their lives in the writing and the reading. Ideally, it is a symbiotic relationship as there can never be one without the other. Both are valuable and contribute deeply in their mere presence.
A reader is as necessary to the writer as ink and paper, as without a reader the writer will have no reason to put down thoughts in written format. And if there is no one yet at least for the self to read on.:))
Have become a writer along the way without even realizing it since I started my blogging journey. And the WordPress experience is truly insightful as well as inspiring not to mention deeply rewarding. All thanks to my dear WordPress family of friends, followers and readers.🙏 Many of you with your hearty engagement, appreciation and your kind words through these years have been truly motivating me. I sincerely appreciate your continued presence through these years.
Must confess the journey so far has been a creatively enriching discovery for me of some amazing writers and their wonderful writings. Some have inspired me with precious comments as well, which have been gems of thoughts in reflection.
Thank you and so grateful to each of you dear patrons for your generous support and kind appreciation.💙🙏💙
