There is a strange unrest within, a feeling like as though a stream is becoming a river, and then picking up momentum and conserving energy and building up force towards the ocean where it will lose itself, and be found in a way unrecognizable as water but will be all that water was and a lot more.
There is a dancer matching steps to rhythm and beat, free yet controlled, sensuous graceful movements in every line of her body.
There is a musical note within, at the heart of which is a yearn and a mirth, drawing things towards itself, rejoicing of itself, and yet at once reaching out and connecting with the essense of things around.
There are patterns in just about everything, some recognized, some not as yet but sensed to be there even if not yet known.
There seems to be beauty in everything, camouflaged in several ways and beguiling to be found. Hues seem vibrant in their own shades, sometimes merging into newer shades, being on their own ground and quietly making a statement.
There are several things waiting to be told and heard, words drifting in and out of the mind attempting to capture the essense of it all within their ambit but somehow failing; whatever it captures blooms out mushroom-like into other veins of thought, growing as though it has a life of its own.
Flight of thought and imagination in hues, flavors, and rhythm, with ebbs and teddies every now and then, revealing depth and heights and width, opening up the world around in dimensions never seen before. Seeing, hearing, sensing, tasting, feeling sometimes as if all anew with an acuity, not quite like that of a new born, but with a certain quality to it that is discerning without being judgemental or evaluative.
And then, there are moments when I sense being a force to reckon with, with energy and zeal to make anything happen, a sense of being fully present, fully aware of anything and everything, and yet being calm and poignant and poised, ready for whatever lies ahead. At such times, past, present, and future all seem to be rolled into an all-pervasive timezone, when everything I have learned and imbibed or have inferred from thinking things through - all make sense with no confusion and with such clarity that anything new that may come, however weird it may be, can be explained or arrived at with alacrity. Such are the moments when I wonder if the world is really my own creation and everything brought forth by me, for me; as though I am the creator, preserver and destroyer; performer, audience and critic; physical, abstract, and sublime all in one.
It is comforting and scary. Feels like a mystery slowly unraveling, and a purpose is to be known. Whatever be that lies ahead, it is for sure an answer to what I have been seeking. The entelechy of some force that has been driving me to be curious, inquire, explore, associate, and learn may probably be moving towards its own fulfillment.
However may things be coming to be, I want to know this well, and better still, to be able to create newer realities for myself and everybody around me while being in the awareness that these moments bring to me, and have everyone around ongoingly creating their own realities, being magnificant in their own light, being fully aware of who they really are and what they are really capable of. It inspires me to be involved in creating a world that works for everybody. I was told that to resolve a problem you need to be able to see things from a fresh perspective, maybe from outside the problem, to see that which cannot be seen from being within the problem. I would like to think that, that is what is happening.
There is a dancer matching steps to rhythm and beat, free yet controlled, sensuous graceful movements in every line of her body.
There is a musical note within, at the heart of which is a yearn and a mirth, drawing things towards itself, rejoicing of itself, and yet at once reaching out and connecting with the essense of things around.
There are patterns in just about everything, some recognized, some not as yet but sensed to be there even if not yet known.
There seems to be beauty in everything, camouflaged in several ways and beguiling to be found. Hues seem vibrant in their own shades, sometimes merging into newer shades, being on their own ground and quietly making a statement.
There are several things waiting to be told and heard, words drifting in and out of the mind attempting to capture the essense of it all within their ambit but somehow failing; whatever it captures blooms out mushroom-like into other veins of thought, growing as though it has a life of its own.
Flight of thought and imagination in hues, flavors, and rhythm, with ebbs and teddies every now and then, revealing depth and heights and width, opening up the world around in dimensions never seen before. Seeing, hearing, sensing, tasting, feeling sometimes as if all anew with an acuity, not quite like that of a new born, but with a certain quality to it that is discerning without being judgemental or evaluative.
And then, there are moments when I sense being a force to reckon with, with energy and zeal to make anything happen, a sense of being fully present, fully aware of anything and everything, and yet being calm and poignant and poised, ready for whatever lies ahead. At such times, past, present, and future all seem to be rolled into an all-pervasive timezone, when everything I have learned and imbibed or have inferred from thinking things through - all make sense with no confusion and with such clarity that anything new that may come, however weird it may be, can be explained or arrived at with alacrity. Such are the moments when I wonder if the world is really my own creation and everything brought forth by me, for me; as though I am the creator, preserver and destroyer; performer, audience and critic; physical, abstract, and sublime all in one.
It is comforting and scary. Feels like a mystery slowly unraveling, and a purpose is to be known. Whatever be that lies ahead, it is for sure an answer to what I have been seeking. The entelechy of some force that has been driving me to be curious, inquire, explore, associate, and learn may probably be moving towards its own fulfillment.
However may things be coming to be, I want to know this well, and better still, to be able to create newer realities for myself and everybody around me while being in the awareness that these moments bring to me, and have everyone around ongoingly creating their own realities, being magnificant in their own light, being fully aware of who they really are and what they are really capable of. It inspires me to be involved in creating a world that works for everybody. I was told that to resolve a problem you need to be able to see things from a fresh perspective, maybe from outside the problem, to see that which cannot be seen from being within the problem. I would like to think that, that is what is happening.
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