Art of Creation

An artist picks up a paintbrush
To create a view
Knows intently each color and every hue

An artist of life, similarly
Picks up from a palette of emotion
Lends a hand to Creation
Knows each one very intensely
Pain & Joy, Anger & Love, Fear & more
In all their potency
Has felt them all to the core

Picks up on the shades of feeling
As they keep emerging
Knows exactly what would appear on the canvas of life

Both are very skilled at knowing
When to put down the brush or use some more …

When the Sun doesn’t give up …

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When the Sun doesn’t give up giving light
Even when it’s done shining bright
That’s when the beautiful crimson
Diffuses and blurs the line of horizon

Just like that the grandeur of it all
Diffuses and absorbs my mere existence
Dissolves all my resistance
Yet I feel more alive than ever
Is this as close as it gets to the Creator?

Show up with your gifts

If you think that you know someone who flaunts
Step back and see what is it that daunts
If all of us wholeheartedly express
All that we tend to repress
Show up with all the best we have
Anything that helps feel bold and suave

Imagine what a world it would be
If each one is an inspiration to thee
There’s no worry of guard against envy
We carve our existence through
Expressions of joy, material and divine too

Take time to retreat within and cultivate
That which is hidden and you can create
Look at other’s gifts as deserved to them
Our gift is our love at helm

Each one can now parade on this stage
We are the performers
We are the audience of all age
No one to flaunt
No one to daunt
Our world is ours to create …

Giving Up Something …

Giving up something you love and live by is never easy …something you never considered you would do without, something that was as granted as the oxygen …What you become when you have to give it up, is worth finding out …

You open up to the version of you unknown to you …as if you keep coming home to yourself …time and again …time and again …smirk or smile, tedious or treacherous, understood or misunderstood by others …coming home to yourself, always an adventure

A tug at your heart pulling both ways …game of attach and detach …rise above all you feel, diffuse all meanings given, relish as the baggage is ridden, digest the undigested & the deeply imbibed …keep what serves, its essence …extract the flavors of the gained and retained

Look to create anew, the resiliency to sustain once again, what you gave up for true …wonder what form and way it comes back …keep yourself going, knowing it’s attainable …for everything is possible for You, a piece of Universal Creation too

Look beyond the lack, a sense of Self that you gain, devoid of what defined you …unknowingly so …existence is precious You …looking to associate, and then painfully dissociate …the space and freedom is unexplainable …simply Being, making it look so easy, sometimes taken for nothing …making you roar insanely for visibility, then retreating to your home of Self …the comfort is growing there

Comfort doesn’t help you though …for the force of Universe wants you …moving and flowing, growing and thriving …reaching for what you gave up, you are not meant for deprivation …

Reach within yourself deep down, pull yourself out …stumble into the world, take your steps, retreat, go back learn to walk …and run and roar and be silent and present and everything in between …

Make mistakes, face the mess, feel and follow the tug inward and then the same outward …let it not break you …sometimes the only anchor and the most powerful one, is the breath you take …a direct experience to the sense of self …keep coming home, keep reaching out, polarity will give you the space from which you keep emerging in either direction, you will know better and smarter which way …play the game, play the game, play the game!

Gratitude for life itself!!!

 

Perspectives

Choice of perspectives
Is a gift of universal views
Though reality seems tentative
Be keen on your objective

As we choose to look at things differently
Struggle becomes our responsibility
As we refuse to think at things rigidly
Change becomes an indisputable possibility
When it seems like stuck for infinity
That’s when actually life is flowing rapidly
Let go and we get unstuck very easily

Choose what you want to change
Change what you choose to change
Insist to receive from what you perceive
Find it within you to realize your view

The perceived may be turbulent
When you be present and persistent
Look at and let go of being resistant
The received is sure to be opulent

Be relentless in pursuing life
A glorious one now that you are at it
And watch how life becomes relentless
In what it has to offer you
It is up to you how much you catch it

The Silent Warrior

I have it in me to win this game
I know very well patience is its name
Never quit never give up
I got this, this is my cup

This attitude keeps my spirits up
Gives me power gives me passion
Intoxicates me with strength and also its illusion
I will fight this because I got it down in my pride
I have got my will by my side

Equipped myself with all the defenses
Earned on the way all the praises
Gratitude and Kindness became my allies
Exchanging both with others made miracles arise

There’s always this fear though that lingers
If I can sustain the anchors
At times really breaks me down
And the best that we have as Seekers

One more ally called Surrender
Would make it all very easier
What would it be like to let go
To be able to join the universal flow

Challenges me to do so
The ‘I’ is not easy to let go
Have to admit it sounds a relief
To have to do no more
To just be the Being at the core

The strength and the passion is not felt as a surge
Universe becomes the fuel that with which you merge
Willpower gets to rest
Freedom at its best

Passion is more like this silent power
Strength like this inert confidence
Faith is more like this inner knowing
I am now at peace and also still the same warrior!

So close to home

So close to home
And as if trying to find my way
Just around the corner
And feeling as if lost on the way

Oh so puzzled
Mind all muddled
Oh usually that’s the way
It is they say

It’s human, regular human
Easy to relate
Better than to create
And to reach home solemn

Relate to everyone around
Than create your path abound
Former may seem easy
Latter a thrill to foresee

So close to home
In there is it very lone?
Just around the corner
Seems fun to linger

There’s plenty of company
And also sometimes misery
Should I just go home
And see how it is to be lone?

All puzzled and muddled
I enter my home
To be cuddled
In my own heart and soul

Wish someone would accompany
There is a threshold though
Beyond which only I can go
It really doesn’t help to have anybody

Take the step, take the plunge and dive
Take your puzzles and the muddles
Rest them there and watch them live
Don’t solve the riddles
Don’t push nor let them cling really
Give them a place
And they will go away actually
Ah! this home is a peaceful space

Back out in the world
And around the corner again
Still trying to find my way
New found faith to help stay

The puzzles and the muddles
Don’t bother now
A light flickers every step of the way
Just follow the instinct I say

So close to home now I know
While always trying to find my way
I do often revisit home
Now that I also love to be lone …