Here and now
‘To Black River, Black Rock & Red Flow-er’
May I be…
Soft and fluid like water,
Strong and solid as a rock,
A blessing, like a flower.
Open, like the sky,
Generous and warm, like the Sun,
Playful, like the wind.
Curious, always curious,
like a little green river frog.
And may I always know,
that I am a part of the flow.
And so it is.
The essence of darkness is light.
We begin to journey into the resting season of the year,
witnessing how the trees embrace the winter rest.
The song of birds and crickets still linger in the not-too-distant past.
The rhythm of the passing time slows down,
as darkness casts its thickest veil
we reignite the candlelight,
to reflect the flame that burns inside.
Not merely waiting for the brighter season.
Instead – we shine forth,
radiating from the core.
With all the might our cells and hearts soaked in
for days when Sun was shining strong and high.
Without a speck of dim.
Rising, shining bright.
As within so without.
As above so below.
The light is rising out of the dark.
Let’s celebrate the dark,
the festive months of winter tide.
The essence of darkness has always been light.
I am not small or insignificant.
I am as large and as relevant as Life itself.
I am Life.
In life, there is no such thing as comparison.
In life, everything is Life—
Big or small,
single or multicellular organism,
there is no separation between
different representations of Life.
You are the living proof.
Mind is what mind does.
Mind is an innocent child.
It likes to play games.
It likes to find different venues,
in endless ways.
Mind is entirely in your capable hands,
once you become ripe enough to become more aware.
Awareness is like the perfectly ripe fruit
of Mother Nature and Baba Sun.
Each of us nurtures that fruit,
that nimble child of ours.
Each of us in our own unique way and time
are just like fruits ripening in nature.
It’s that simple.
I love the scent of sun kissed berries,
their vibrant crimson hue,
infused with solar might,
bursting with sweetness!
Packed with delight!
It tastes unlike any other fruit
I have ever picked directly off the plant
and delightfully packed into my mouth.
Eyes closed.
Perfection when it all comes together,
as it should,
as it was meant to be.
Mother Nature’s patient hand
gently guides the ripening of every fruit.
Ideal fruition can neither be forced,
nor hurried with haste.
Only the sun-ripened fruit reveals its true glory,
just like your own, one-of-a-kind life story.
Memories of such perfect moments are forever stored.
For though life may offer sour fruit along the way,
the sun-ripened strawberry
is a moment to savour and stay.
When life grows tough,
close your eyes and imagine
that delightful, perfect strawberry moment in your life.
Never underestimate the power of your mighty mind.
Treasure every moment life bestows,
don’t hold on too tight or take others for granted,
each one’s a precious jewel, not to be slanted.
Each of us embodies an equally significant part
of one permeating Life Force.
Don’t ever be fooled by misleading beliefs
or dogmas indicating otherwise.
Your every breath, each heartbeat
is your greatest guide showing you that you are Life itself.
Nuances are here to be celebrated—
varieties make our life experience more diverse
and elevated.
Let’s celebrate Life!
Cherish all Life with reverence and awe.
Life is a precious gift to safeguard and revere,
a treasure trove of moments to hold dear.
Every bit matters.
You are Life.
Life is You.
You matter.
Life matters.
To write or not to write…
Is that a question? Is that even a choice?
When the only way to ease the traffic running through my head
and feelings flowing through my heart
is to take a pen and spill it all out, at once.
It feels too unnatural, stuck,
and sticky when my creative juices are unable to freely flow.
I think we are a bunch of odd ones in this world.
Perhaps we’re spilling it out for the sake of us all
by having this special vocation.
Each of us responds to our innermost calling.
It feels like mine is writing.
And so it is, even though it seems like
I need a break from time to time.
I take a deep breath in, only to breath it all out again.
Noticing my breath makes me feel at ease
and puts me in the place where I feel at peace.
Like rain to the arid earth,
inspiration guides my hands,
A wellspring I desire and need,
it feels magnificent when it flows with ease.
In the drought of life, I seek anew,
the hope, the patience, to pull through.
With willpower, I break the binds,
and get the flow back, time after time.
Each dry spell is a chance to start again,
To ignite the flame within my heart,
I trust in my will to lead the way,
to spark my muse, to let it sway,
and bring inspiration back to play.
