Touching Peace in the Middle path.
Her likes were not blatant and loud —
Not the one to shout out.
Her kind of songs were of melody and rhythm,
In sync with her heartbeat.
Her type of books were all of an understanding,
The soothing and sagacious kind,
Of healing and harmony.
Her friends were far and few.
Not much would escape her lips;
Her speech was guarded.
None had really stepped into her inner world.
In fact, her family too knew little about her.
Her words were simple, not stormy.
In fact, she chose the middle path in life —
A road safe and steady.
Not for her the bane of fame and fortune;
Not for her the choppy waters of high tides.
She preferred smooth sailing in serenity.
She was a lover of grace in simple things.
She never was the seeking kind.
Neither love nor laurels, pleasures nor pain,
She lived a life of content.
She never craved too much.
She knew the price of desire only too well.
Awakening the self, the way bearer in the wisdom of living.
Want of wealth never brings balance of needs.
Hoard nothing and healing begins.
Living intentionally is not about living selfishly.
She was privy to the clasping clutch that ambition brought.
She witnessed the sacrifice of lives barely lived.
She grew in the unfolding drama that power portrayed.
She was torched by emotional upheavals, but she rose in fortitude.
She amassed the wisdom in the power of silence.
As she knew and sensed the peace in the middle path.
Who is she?
What makes her who she is?
What guides and motivates her?
What brings her peace and contentment?
What makes her grateful?
To every evolving question, there is always a reason to be.
And to each their own path to be!
Savvy
Savvy Raj 
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