I came across a set of some very fancy words today …
And I immediately couldn’t resist finding the string of connection in them.
It all began, having a little reverie Laying at early dawn, sensing the peiskos. With open French windows It was a gentle, zephyr morning My heart was in a fika state. Feeling the munificience my thoughts were aliferous As a philocalist of nature It felt as if there was redemancy from nature In the querencia of my being.
I enjoyed this little creative writing practice for today.
Yes,I must add some of these words were completely new to me that I checked their meanings. And some I have come across earlier .
I have highlighted all the words .If you enjoy this, feel free to string your own versions of verses incorporating all these words and share them below. Would love to read.
The paper is where it is On it the pen moves Driven by the hand The fingers of writer Holding the pen Waltzing on paper Shaping thoughts In a flow all its own. And the soul & spirit Of the writer imprints For eternity…
Movements matter For the body never lies Whether you move with your thoughts, words or body.
It conveys the truth of you In more ways than you know Movements are unique to us For they are imprints of life
The body never lies they say Our movements convey the truth of our soul. As words flow… Writing reveals much about the writer In the words said and unsaid In the way the writer begins & ends In the choice of words itself…
But all said and done all writing, all creative arts can be cathartic experiences. The healing happens in the expression, in the letting go…
I write at leisure to relax and enjoy writing. It heals me. Perhaps if I am pressured to write I may not be feeling this way.
Will never forget the words said to me years ago by one of my senior most dance student, the gentle and poised Margaret, after a few months of social dance sessions, “So far we were existing, now we are living! ”
I listened to my heart Every day As it shares from within And I write them out as words Sometimes as verses At times its measured In moderation. Its a zen moment For there is clarity In just a few words shared.
Then there are times
They flow like a river A torrent in a current Patterning itself In its own making Words come through me As if it needs to be spoken Sharing the sensitivity Of the moments at hand. I listen simply with rapt attention For in the slightest flutter In every movement in the moments Or the depth of silence There is wisdom in the stillness.
Savvy Raj 
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