Songs of life & living
Vibrates with emotions
Sensed along the journey of life.
Find smchrony in the sounds
Energizing the spaces
In rhythms divine
In peace and harmony.
Connecting us deeper
With the truth of our cosmic connects.
A gentle reminder…
When the world feels chaotic
Tune in to the divine rhythm
That runs through everything
Savvy Raj
You ask questions
that you already know
the answers to.
Again and again.
Hoping to confirm
the way to yourself
And that, its all right.
Dare to be all that
you know you actually are.
Live life love life
In it, you will find answers
And yourself again.
Savvy
A few reflections…
The Echo: What is one question you find yourself asking others repeatedly, even though deep down you already know the answer?
The Permission: What are you waiting to hear when you seek external validation? What changes if you give that exact permission to yourself today?
The Dare: What does “daring to be all that you know you actually are” look like for you in this current chapter of your life?
Space…
is what I make of it.
Space allows,
and restrains
all at once.
In every now,
space is filled with infinite possibilities.
Abundance.
Potential.
All truths,
as I perceive them in space.
Space is fluid.
Space is alive.
Space…
is what you make of it.
What you sense in space,
stays in space.
What happens in space,
stays in space.
Space is wonder.
An expansive phenomenon.
The feeling of space
for you,
for me
is deeply different.
So is its need.
Is there a divide at all
between physics and metaphysics?
Aren’t they interwoven,
deeply interconnected?
It is only a question
of how open we are
to understanding space,
and the possibilities
in its potential.
It is all
In, around,
and beyond.
Savvy Raj
Do share your reflections
Never heard of the word Solecism,
until I looked it up…
But now I understand it
SOLECISM : It’s a part of life..
In the trial and errors
Life is threading through mapping its way quite like, how the neural connectomes do.
Through the thick & thin, we pattern our way like the coarse calico fur
Often clinging to the old receidovous ways of our hearts ,
Forging our paths in memory pushing us through
In part as a reminder to evolve for the better.
And in part reminiscences in the rare glimpses of lifetimes lived.
We realize the truth of our being.
As we continue to breathe and perform on this stage of life…
As it reveals itself .
The magic of life, is in the living.
Savvy Raj
Between the lashes
There is the flame
Of the spirit burning bright
There is a window of the soul
Seeing in the envisioning
Of the betwixt & beyond
Both inside & outside
And making sense of it all.
The lashes are but a curtain
To open up to the wonders of the world…
For between the blink of the lashes
Lies the magic of sight.
Savvy
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 evolves 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.
Savvy
A slice of life
Poets may carve with words…
Emerging from life experiences
Lived or observed.
Poets may offer fresh perspectives Embedded in words in a flow…
In Poets, empathy makes you sense and relate with compassion, It makes you feel one with another.
Yet the poet is strategic as to be a poem the verses need to be well thought as much as well felt, as words manage to touch another soul in inexplicable ways.
Every poet balances the flow uniquely…
What are your thoughts on the above?
And how can empathy connect with poetry?
©Savvy Raj
Then and now
Then I had manicured hands
Fingers always maintained
With perfectly painted nails 💅
Now I like them as they are
Functional and neatly cut.
Then I wore high heels
To make me feel more stylish
Now I have a style I call my own
High heels I no longer need or buy.
Then I was yet to experience life
Too sensitive to a fault…
Now I have come of my own
Upholding my health over stressors
Emboldened enough to stand by me.
And today, another solar cycle older
Wiser or not is left for you to say,
But this I know from living
Half way and more in life.
No matter the then & now
What is, is what matters.
In you, is what you need.
Life is what you make of it.
Every now is precious enough to fill it with gratitude.
Savvy
A painting by Savvy Raj
When energy aligns
Syncing in synchrony
There is a dance of coherence
Resonance occurs
In these changes
No matter the circumstances
No matter the challenges
Creating connections
Building bridges
Narrowing gaps
In understanding
Bettering communication
Everything comes together
And begins to make sense.
Savvy Raj
You awaken
When you are ready to release
That which holds you back.
In acknowledging
Is the allowing
Of new possibilities
And sense the light within.
Every once in a while
It’s good to unshackle
Simply ask your self
What am I holding back?
©Savvy
It’s balmy weather
It’s early morning
The sun is moving
In and out of the trees
Traveling with me
As I am walking…
The chirping birds
Awakening the world
With hope fulness
The wind is resting
Perhaps still to awaken
The clouds are clearing
Heralding the light
In the mighty tree
A few yards from me
I see a beautiful vision… Cont’d
What is it that I see?
Would you like to continue from here…?
©Savvy Raj
Time evolves one and all,come what may
Yesterday’s mountains have become paths today
Love of life will show the way
As you keep building bridges not walls I say.
Savvy Raj
©Savvy Raj
You can’t talk Spirituality
You got to live it.
Often when life takes you far
Far away from it…
You got to know
The divine that you seek
Is with you in every moment
Your actions thoughts and words
Decides the distance between
You and your spiritual self.
©Savvy Raj
Poetry is often an emotional journey
of feeling sensing and sharing
through the words
There is a lot of inextricable emotions
embedded along these lines
on the way of life and living.
Savvy
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