Savvy Raj

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On Spaces (Part I)

From time immemorial
Existence equaled spaces
Life equated space as a given
All a matter of life and death.

Our history is a witness
Of the story of spaces
Fought for, on and upon
Mauraded or harvested

The mystic and majesty
Lies in the significance of spaces
Spaces breathed and birthed
Spaces nurtured in nature

Spaces in and around us
Breathtaking magnificent
Stark manifestations
Of ground realities

Spaces in time eternal
Spaces bygone
And yet to be encountered
Spaces lived and loved

Spaces taken for granted
Spaces usurped and owned
Spaces pursued and protected
Spaces encroached and freed.

Gratitude to the powers that are
In the spaces between
The two words, two beings or two breaths
Between stillness and movement.

Savvy

Cont’d


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Unifying in the Circle of Life


The static and the dynamic are both a dance of stillness and movement in the river of time.
There is both the overlay of stillness in the movements .
And the underlying movements in the stillness.


Imagination traverses far
Moving dimensions
Mirroring and blending
Adapting and creating
Both the invisible and visible
Energy in the stillness
Energy in the motion
Orcherstrated in the flow

In the duality is the oneness
And the rhythms of life and living.
All unifying in the circle of life

Savvy


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This Moment

This Now’ is a just a flicker
In the vast endless space.
A fleeting moment,
That travels backwards in Time.
Never to return on its one-way path.
Never blink your eyes, lest you miss
The beauty of the Moment.

Some moments well captured in this time frame.
Stays afresh like the etching on a rock.
A single moment, so potent
To change the course of your life.

A bliss or curse depends on the Awakening Awareness of its Transcience.

Seek an understanding mind
Make no effort to stagnate,
As flowing is its innate Nature.

Senses wandering free
Unmindful of the other
Thoughts floating like clouds
Unconnected actions of body n mind
Aimless moments, effortless wastage
Unaware of the flow of Time.
Like sand seeping through the fingers
‘This Now’ dissolving in the past,
Creating a formless future, at what cost?
Potent moments become futile.

Detachment is different from disconnection.
Awareness is not aligned to alienation.
Make an effort to be consciously present
Not to miss a moment of breath,
‘Be in the Now’ to witness the magic of Life.
Anjana

Sharing my mothers reflections here on the value of the moments. She wrote this after reflecting on my earlier poem

The Potent Now! https://savvyraj.com/2018/09/26/the-potent-now/

Just added some images to go with her thoughts.


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The Spirit of Trees

I admire the spirit of trees
& want to live learning from it.

I want to be one with the tree
But I do not want to be a tree…
For if every man becomes a tree
Who would be there to nurture &water And witness their beauty.

Trees need us and we need them. There is synergy dancing between us.
As we care to nourish the nature around us.
We are nourished back by nature.

We are born to live along with trees
They are life’s longings for itself
Like ours sons and daughters
They are fragile and strong
And share untold wisdom within
And live sharing of themselves.

They protect us with their shade
as much as they nourish us with their bearings.
In the strength of the their interconnects we realise
The value in the interdependence.
They are because we are
We are because they are!

I deeply revere the spirit of these trees and bow down in gratitude to thee!šŸ™

Savvy


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Who says?

Who says poetry is just made with words?

There is poetry made in the melody of tunes.
There is poetry that flows in colour and hues.

There is poetry in the joy of two beating hearts as one.

There is poetry in shaping clay on a potters wheel.

There is poetry is the ebb and flow of the waves.
There is poetry in the gushing streams of wilderness.

There is poetry in the chirping of birds.

There is poetry in the joy of a heartfelt smile.

There is poetry in dewdrops dancing on leaves.

There is poetry is stroke of brush on paper.

There is poetry in the heart of two dancing souls
There is poetry in the ecstatic tango of the feet.

There is poetry in the hearts of lovers uniting.
There is poetry of divinity in faith and prayer.

There is poetry in sacred geometry.
There is poetry in the elements of nature.

If we choose…

There is poetry in the magic of life and living.
And then comes the poetry of the pen to paper waxing eloquent.
For yet we love to read words to sense the unique poetry that we actually are.

Poetry is in who we are, as we are, the way we are…
As is the flow, the flow is us.
We are born of poetry of stars,
Of spaces in betwixt and between.
We are verses in the vividity.
Just as much in the subtlety.
And in the sublimity.

Savvy


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So much to understand…

In every learning is a realisation of how little we know

In every realisation is a knowing there is so much beyond

In every reach beyond knowing is a little more understanding

Of the dimensions beyond

This universe amidst the multiverse

So much to explore and discover

To understand and know…

Savvy


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Lessons from a Sunrise