Spring in me
Denial demands struggle.
I welcome.
Slowly moving forward.
Tag: Poem
Art in Reflection 16
No constant exists in this equation called life.
Life depends on the moments which varies every macro moment.
It’s totally up to us if we want to add variables which are directly proportional to our happiness & peace.
Last but not least we need to balance the white noise or else the streak of life is out of control.
Choose your variables wisely.
Tomorrow
One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life ~ Chinese proverb
At times,
external makes its hard to
reach the internal
of a situation or a human.
Instead of gazing
and pretending
to get to the core
Let time
take its course.
Have patience.
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Ice without cream
When real warriors
fail to defeat an antagonist,
we dream of a fictitious saviour,
who will come to help us on a sunny day
with a bright shining sword.
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Sunday Trees
“Perfection”
Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.
Every star-thistle has a thorn.
Every flower has a blemish.
Every wave washes back upon itself.
Every ocean embraces a storm.
Every raindrop falls with precision.
Every slithering snail leaves its silver trail.
Every butterfly flies until its wings are torn.
Every tree-frog is obligated to sing.
Every sound has an echo in the canyon.
Every pine drops its needles to the forest floor.
Creation’s whispered breath at dusk comes
with a frost and leaves within dawn’s faint mist,
for all of existence remains perfect, adorned,
with a dead sparrow on the ground.
Poet –
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees
Macro Monday: Party time
“Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.
When I’m dead and gone,
That’s what I want from you.
The streets of heaven are gold and sunny,
But I’ll stick with my plot and a pot of honey.
Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.”
― The Secret Life of Bees
Floral Friday
Daffodowndilly
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbor:
“Winter is dead.”
When We Were Very Young]
क्या मैं वाक़ई में अलग हूँ?
क्या मैं वाक़ई में अलग हूँ?
क्या मैं वाक़ई में अलग हूँ,
आपसे, या उनसे या फिर उनसे,
तो फिर क्यों उठती है ये दीवार बार बार,
कभी इधर से कभी उधर से।
क्यों नहीं मैं हटा पाती,
इन उलझनों को,
इस कोहरे को,
जो मेरे और आपके, या फिर मेरे और उनके दरम्यान है।
ऐसा क्या है “जो”
हमारी नजरों पर,
हमारे ख्यालों पर,
और हमारे दिमाग पर बार बार,
हावी रहता है।
चलिए मिल कर सोचते हैं।
– रुपाली
Nurturing Thursday: Pause
Practice the Pause!
When in doubt, pause. When angry, pause. When tired, pause. When stressed, pause. And when you pause…pray ~Unknown to me.
On Thursday a very sad and unexpected news reached us. I decided to take pause. I feel sad for the family and pray for them.
For Nurturing Thursday would like to share this wonderful poem by Max Ehrmann
Desiderata
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.
Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.
