A-Z April U for Unfazed

 

Bowing to the Divine design

Balancing the ebb and flow

Let these footsteps tread

Understanding the transient 

Unfolding the eternal 

Yielding to the ultimate force!

Unfazed.

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A-Z April T for Tenacity

 I know you can do it

Just come back and fill in the space

With your love and light.

Put up a fight

This is worth the while

There's voids you need to fill,

 Promises you need to fulfill.

Trace back those steps home

Hopes await to answer the door.

Don't leave mid way 

Through the lanes you  picked to tread

Grab on to those hands you held

An about turn is the need of the hour.

Hold on, hang in there

Wander all you want

But let love lead you home.

A-Z April - S for Sublime

 

I couldn't get myself to Blog yesterday. It wasn't just a shortage of time. The energy, the will and the intent, all went amiss. As we tried to put a brave face in challenge and are supporting a friend in need, Life, once again presented its precariousness to us and how. There was a decline in morale, a let go of hope - but then, One deep breath and one taking into account all that was working miraculously in our favor, I did end up finding my resilience, not just for myself, but for the people I was supposed to be there. The flip of energy was magical and a what seemed to be a hopeless situation turned around into a beacon of hope. We sat together in unison, us and our people, and counted the blessing. Counted the miracles and the show carried on in a positive direction.

I was too blank to talk or think and then the support system kicked in. My spiritual anchors didn't fail me and I sit here in utter gratitude, offering thanks to the system - for the intelligence that works above and beyond me, that works with me, that works through me. In the morning, I grabbed my cuppa and ventured into the warm spring garden. When I planted seeds a few weeks ago, it was an early step I realized as we still had the residual chills and frost from winter. But I left one of the pots in the warm sunlight. I don't know why I did it as I had zero hopes for that seeds to sprout. Today, as I took my watering can, I saw something green do a peek-a-boo in the potting mix and as I gently separated the soil, I see lush green seeds shooting through the dirt. A smile bloomed in my heart - if those seedling had eyes, they'd have spotted the brightest welcome I suppose. I hope they felt it and all the same with an extra sensory perception.

Life isn't easy. It probably is a lot more intense than 'isn't easy' but there's a power that works in support, in silence, in sync. And to that support, to that silence and that sync, I pay my humble tribute!

A-Z April R for Rhetorical

 Who am I?

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A-Z April - Q for Quiet the riot!

 

One of my many Spiritual masters - Ramana Maharshi said "The Highest instruction is transmitted in silence" Now, the customary dragging of my spiritual side into this banter has become quiet the ritual here, so the irony that my life is, I keep bantering and going in an incessant blah blah while wanting to dwell in the Quiet. Since this noise is a given, I should as well make it like I mean it. Isn't it? So I tackle the Qu with a hodgepodge of Qus' I say Qu since there isn't a word that could be spelt with Q without the u in tow - kind of like how my every noise is spelt with an intense intent to be silent. Makes sense? Or not Quiet?

Quality - the next word in my Qu Queue. In one of my recent reads, a modern spiritual master urges us to be in the present. The process of doing something is the purpose of doing it, he means to say - as in giving the hand on task our 100% attention without the end in mind. In other words, we should quiet the mind and do our duty with the concentration of a monk and that brings in the quality component to everything big and small we take up or touch. 

Quest - What's yours? Mine is nothing. I have a quest, for nothing. For that calm in the mind, for that Zen, that full stop on the mental chatter. One day, I'll be nothing. I'm Quiet sure of that.

Quick - Be quick. Quick in giving and forgiving. Quick in helping, quick in loving. Quick in acting on that noble intentions - life is not just short, It is chaotically short. We are not sure of tomorrow. The now is where we should be, living it up - so don't put off that spreading of love. 

Be quick, the clock is ticking.

Quaintness is something I love. Transport me to that word and I am in a mini mind vacation, smack dab in the center of a meaningless banter. Yes, I am quirky. Ask my parents, my besties, ask my first born - they'll vouch for it. Or just stick till the end of this. Don't let this balderdash quell you, and voila, you'll have proof without asking my near and dear.

What was I saying? Oh yeah! Quit that procrastination. We are not guaranteed anything in life except this very moment. This is it!

Quote - I won't end this with tonight. Instead, let me add a quirky twist - let me make this quintessentially me and not surprise myself by being coherent. 

Let's move on to exhibit # 1

I cannot get over the perfection of this face - Isn't it like one of God's prized creations? I mean, that chin! That master stroke. I know this perfection of a specimen doesn't start with a Qu But the starting rhymes with a Qu - Ladies and Gentlemen - Jude law! one word. Wow!

I don't have pictures handy of exhibit # 2 but I see a similar kind of perfection in my second born's eyes - Lush lashes and the darkest of peepers with a sparkle that is unmatched. I know, it's a mother speaking - so please discount that, and this whole quasi blog entry.

I have no qualms about how nonsensical this is. I know it at least. I am not in denial.

I'll stop quipping now. I know it isn't funny. It is pathetic!

A-Z April - P for Percept

Once upon a moment

A tiny droplet

Slithered down 

Through slopes of the being.

It glistened like a pearl

Shone like a crystal

Plain - it was

An amalgam of sorts.

A transperant bead

Blending pleasure and pain

Perspective and perception.

It gathered in its light form

The luminence of experience

The lucidity of awareness.

Playing a dual role

With professional precision.

Once upon an instant

A small droplet

Packed mighty prowess

It glided down by the high cheek bone

Or perhaps by the blade of grass

Did it drop from the eyes or descend from the heavens?

Did it pierce through the crevices of the heart?

Or gathered from the cool mist of dawn?

Did it cleanse a grief

Or quench a thirst?

Perhaps it drenched the parched earth 

To feed the foliage

Or soaked the soul

Flushing the ache.

Once upon an inspiration

A little droplet

Dribbled through a thought

Dabbled with an outlook

Bringing forth a flood of fervor

Taking the shape it is contained by

Morphing into a muse.

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