A breath of air
A moment of silence
A Flavour of
senses
A whiff of life
A Sliver of recognition
À glimpse of divinity
Thursday, September 7, 2023
What is our truth
what is our truth" today can change tomorrow.. WE simply cannot profess to know ourselves beyond a given moment.
Visualizing heartspeak
words become our compulsive attempt at visualizing heartspeak'. that each 'person' relates to by filing their own hues.. sketching their own outlines. forming their own visuals. just a few words translating into myriad tiny pictures enriched uniquely
Compulsions
WHY DO WE NEED TO COMPULSIVELY FOLLOW THE NECESSARY PLEASANTRIES AND DECORUM' CLOAKED
IN INTERESTED QUESTIONS THAT ACT ONLY AS AN
APPENDAGE TO PERSONAL EGO..
Sand artist
if everything reduces to atoms. animate or inanimate. then is* that the synchronicity.
•öf life.. reducing. embracing the
"Universe" to a singular identity. a phenomenal sand artist breathing unique symphonies into each elemeht.. that.
reverberate to their own music.. aching for that poignant note released into the
cosmos.
Liquid dance
Life is a song. a prayer. an ecstasy. a celebration beyond words. tip-toeing into the spirit world. hushed. soft. bated heart-beats.. lest that fleeting touch be disturbed with the self. pure lilting music of thoughts. wrapped in myriad hues. that soar and dance. set free again and again and again. a breath of divinity.. glimpsed through a veil of tears.. stringing myriad veins.. streaming through our blood. infusing our souls with a moment.. merging lifetimes in a liquid dance of joy.
Incomplete
Anywhere you turn.. you see disquiet.. and pain.. and masks.. full of smiles. masks a little askew. masks a little perfect.. masks that beg to be removed.. progress moves us towards answers or away from them..
embracing spirituality against religion.. humanity against nationality. we try to cross boundaries even as we shackle ourselves within the I. emotionally starved we yet seek out the tangible.. and come
back wanting..
incomplete
Radiate and romance
tempestuous whirlpools churn life, in breathtaking beauty, as myriad hues of peace radiate and romance
Zest in your eyes
LOVE THE GLIMPSE OF THE SMILE..THE BEAUTIFUL REASONS
WRAPPED INSIDE.. A GOOD NEWS. A CHERISHED MOMENT..
A FLEETING TOUCH.. AN AMAZING SNAPSHOT.. THIS ZEST IN YOUR EYES..
Spaces left behind
We try to look back and recognize ourselves.. finding in vain that same image.. ravaged through winds of time.. a breeze or storm.. all working towards us as we are now.. footsteps blown away. fresh prints on the plane of our existence. now here now there. some strengthening.. merging into us. Till they leave us still struggling to find ourselves.. in the spaces.. left behind..
Flame within
a bated breath.. the sparkle in eyes.. glimpsing a flame it has long sought.. let us be here..
in this moment.. and rejoice. the recognition of souls oceans apart. that destiny made sure would help seek the flame within
Pages of history
words dance like dust motes held in a ray of light. as man searches, confused.. for an answer that seeps its fragrance into pages of history, leaving our souls parched and thirsting. the cobwebs getting thicker. making it more and more difficult to 'see ..
Hues of hope
I have tried to let the light' in.. hope it's true fragrance
reaches all the souls it was meant to.. our
perceptions celebrating divinity in each particle there ever was or will be.. suffusing life with hues of hope and joy. a handful of moments.. a fistful of air.
Wind-logged time
accept the laughter. accept the tears..
neither endures.. neither sustains..
life is a mirage. with moments like
'shifting sand dunes..
determining our perceptions..
in wind-logged time..
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