Isnt life like a game of chess
Where every move matters
Where every step creates opportunities
Where without a plan we may be flummoxed
Where a sense of direction creates progress
Where there is anticipation of possibilities.
Where there is a passion for purpose
Where dedication and perseverance.
Where attentive alertness makes all the difference.
Where awareness and keen observation matters much.
Where every decisive move can impact profoundly
And yet with all the planning one could be checkmated.
Life is meant to be played on for there is no looking back.
Where having a goal is important to fulfillment of living.
Yes life is like a game
Where joys of the journey is greater than success and failures.
In a place where the ego rests
At ease with nothing to prove
Where learning flows along
With nothing to suppress.
Where movements arise
In the grace of energy
Where time moves on it’s own pace
Without no hurry and worry.
When understanding manifests
With nothing to lose or gain
When every moment is lived in the now
With no reservations and notions.
Where there is no place for fear or favour
There is no clamour for success and fame
Knowing change is the only constant
And all is fleeting through in time.
In this journey of life and living
In learning and unlearning
In doing to nondoing
When dedication and discipline
Create the way for itself.
Without pride and vanity
Without assumptions and judging
Without claiming and complaining
Without imposing and refuting.
Life evolves in such focus.
Where wants reduce in reflections
Then desire sublimes itself
To nothingness in time.
Where wisdom rests in subtlety
Where there is no seeking
With no questions to ask
All the answers manifests unto itself.
If emotions were tubes of colours
The way we paint every day
The way we live our lives
The way we think and express
Our own experiences in being.
Will be a riot on the canvas.
Envisioning in the seeing…
Flashes of brilliance in bright yellow
Of optimism and cheer
Sporadically surging joy and ecstasy.
Going green in connectedness
Contented lines flowing in trustful acceptance
Or moves markedly hesitant in fear and apprehension.
Arresting artistry of living life in loving kindness
Explosions of reds marking anger
Or in delusions of grandeur in aggression.
In ingenious masterstrokes in fits of rage
Of imagination running wild.
Colour of Purple in projecting pride.
Of passionate perseverance to detail
Or a certain aloofness in respectful reservation.
A sense of ascension and royalty.
Shades of blue in thoughtful flow and serenity
Or organic spaced out zenful zones
Of mindful movements in the making.
Yes there is an emotion in every colour
As colours are but tools of expression
Of the ever changing moods of man
How colorful is the spirit of our soul.
Every colour plays a significant role
Like in the wheel of colours
So are emotions that appear
In the wheel of life.
Each plays it’s part.
All matters to the whole.
Where is your sense of being?
Your space to make sense of life!
Are you acquainted well and in tune with your habitat?
How well do you know of who you are?
Can you fathom the potential possibilities
Of your ubiquitous and unique life?
Between the known and unknown
Of the simple to the complex
Emerge new patterns in the making
From the reigning confusion in the chaos.
Creating in the exploring
Illusory dimensions in reflections
What is logical and yet elusive
The ambiguity of certainty!
And yet …
Our sense of being, while creating new patterns of thoughts is deeply rooted in nature, and in nurture, which gives it a sense of direction in spite of the chaos and confusion.
Yesterday the flower was in full bloom
Filling the senses with unabashed beauty
Today it gently wraps unto itself
Knowing it’s deed is done
Letting itself recede into the background
Retreating as a way for another to bloom.
There are moments in the sun
For one and all
Such is the circle of life
How gracefully the flower accepts
The truth of life and living.
Every flower leaves a lesson behind
As it disappears into the sunset…
You are born to bloom
Life life lovingly!
Savvy Raj 
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