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Cosmic journey
Today I am sharing a poem by my mother, Anjana
We will travel far.
In this cosmic travelling
We never know
How far we have travelled
Or how far yet to go.
In what form or in which place.
The mystery is beyond
Our comprehension.
Yet we are aware of
Our presence In this
present moment.
Let us strive not to waste it .
Make every effort
To make it worthwhile
In this long journey
Called Life.
Anjana
Life has just begun
Crossed the midstream
The shore is a swim away
The body takes its toll
Yet the spirit is willing
To ride through
And grace the shore.
On touching ground
The horizon beckons
Over the hills and dales
In the sands of time.
Trust your life
To unfold the way…
When you feel you are done
Life has just begun.
Savvy
P.S
I share my prompted artwork with Ai, here again, as I feel it somehow comes together and somehow makes perfect sense with the verses.
Wheel of life
Today I came across one of my favorites from my mothers artworks and poetry.I felt like sharing…
Wheel of Life
The wheel of life moves on,
The path is never the same.
Smooth and pleasant,
Or rugged and rough
It never stops.
Our likes and dislikes
Can never hold it back;
For destiny chooses the path,
And diversions intersect
Along the way.
If wisdom prevails,
Every choice becomes right,
And the journey
Is filled with light.
The path is endless.
When it will end,
We are clueless.
So,
Make the journey meaningful.
Make every step count.
For change is eternal,
And the wheel
Must move on.
Anjana
In retrospect…
Chase not, the shiniest
For it often lose their sheen
Choose consistency over hype
It makes a mark in time.
What shines today
May become dull tommorow
What perseveres every day
May turn reliable in the long run .
Chase not, the loudest proclaims
It often ends up as a whimper
Choose the steadiness of approach
That often becomes substantial.
Chase not, the charmer
They often turn out fake.
To smile without heartbreak
Choose the one with humor…
And keep humor alive in your heart…
Savvy
Meet me right here
Meet?
Meet where?
You tell me
Is there a place
That is better than here?
A place that’s inviting called WordPress.
An inclusive space for creative minded souls
So meet we will, right here
In this wordy writing space
Time and time again
You and me
Sharing words
Heartfully…
💙
Savvy
Any fellow writers up for this fun challenge.
Simply write in this
syllable structure…
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Looking forward to reading it.
Wind on sand
Wind on the sand
Gathering gently
Singing sweetly…
Whistling winds…
Humming & howling
Desert dunes
Deep drones
Shifting sands
Slumping steep
Silver on silver
Gold on gold.
Savvy
Charcoal on black
Art on black paper
The artist is engrossed
Working relentlessly
Charcoal on black
Revealing the light from the dark
Reversing the fundamentals of art
Shaping the light into form
Contouring the edges
White charcoal lifts and highlights
Speckling with light
Black ones adding depth
Matting the shine
The fluid fingers flowing
Almost dancing on paper
Sweeping strokes
Creating softness of light
In contrast they meet
Sharp staccato moves
Accenting tension and texture.
Arresting the eyes.
This waltz with light on dark
And dark on light
In shades & tones
Applying and erasing
Refining in the rendering
Form merges and emerges…
Savvy
Rhythm divine
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
Dare To Be
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?
What happens in space, stays in space.
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
The Magic of Life & Living
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
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
Form & the Formless
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
On Poets & poetry
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
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