Inspiration

  I am blind  Of one kind  Trained  to capture  With my inner eyes  With my  feelings Touching the ceiling  Of imagination  Without exaggeration   I move slowly But  willingly  Way forward, Tapping the  path,  Guided by touch,  With deliberate care,   Focussing on Unseen,    What  world unfolds  with each footfall  Beyond sight  With steps of trust,  Navigating the world  painting  a map  of sound and touch. "I am blind Of one kind ......."  With my inclination  With cheerful  disposition , Exploring  nature  on my way Touching Rose plant  With feel of velvet petals   the stem with thorns Not harming myself  On my way a bench Inviting to sit , Gentle breeze rustled My Cheeks with a peck,  The feeling i had never felt before .... "I am blind Of one kind ."......

Two halves of one soul  Representing part of whole  A profound karmic connection  Difficult to endure grow spiritually  With relationship of intense   become one  The Oneness with divine   as strength and weakness Being Mirror souls  Romantic or platonic Emotional with intellectual Merge for transformation With Overwhelming familiarity Helping each other  Confronting shortcomings  Learn lessons for  growth with experience  Unite as "Twin flames" ....

  True treasures of life Harry Arthur, with his wrinkled face and a twinkle in his eyes, sat on his favorite Bench in the park. The sun was Shining brightly, warming his old hands. He loved watching the children playing near the fountain. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the tall oak tree, creating a soft, whispering sound. Harry Arthur hummed a cheerful Tune, remembering his younger days. He pulled a worn book from his pocket, the pages filled with stories of Adventures. A small Robin landed on the bench beside him, chirping a sweet song. Harry Arthur smiled, feeling a deep joy in his heart. He reached into his bag and pulled out a handful of seeds scattering them for the little bird. He knew that simple Moments like these were the true treasures of life.

  "The sun paints the sky with hues of gold,  A gentle breeze whispers through tall trees,   Waves crash softly against the sandy shore,     A lone bird sings a sweet, melodic tune,   Raindrops dance on leaves, with a rhythmic beat,   Mountains stand silent, watching over the land,   A quiet moment, a peaceful, calming breath,   Life unfolds, a tapestry of moments, grand and keen."

At a distance  A sad song being heard Curiosity increased , Saw a cuckoo, with it's sweet voice  Singing  , surrounded by bird(s)flocking it's feathers with happiness... Been  resting and singing on the branch  for long hours with noticed sadness, asked her singing had  melancholy strain ...Even though beautiful.. " proud of my singing , but , my curse  lost the basic instinct of building a nest. Admire the birds have their nest and their ability  to make nest.. In vein  to learn the nest making art  from  a tailor bird ... My beak  not that long and sharp  enough to build a nest ... Failed in all attempts  and all others were jealous of my scintillating voice , failed to understand the pain and strain in my inner feelings..... Gifting  my voice to seek help, the only option , which is a blessing in disguise , Friend crow understood my inner voice  and willingly  lend a helping  hand ,built a nest ...

(Meditation with purpose -Who am I )  Why do I struggle in life .. I am lost in thoughts ... I am trying  to find out who am I.? Mind is filled with toxic  EGO,Anger ,Greed ( power , materialistic) and Jealous Unable to come out of it and frustrated ? Why ?  I am searching my self. Attached, but unable to  attach and detach  like the analogy of lotus plant  why ? I am searching myself .... I am  living in past thoughts  ,absent in present  and unknown future . Hurt ,  soaked in society belief , insecure feeling , turmoil.... Mind is Cluttered why ? I am searching my self . I am not contended in life  and my happiness is short lived .  Why ? I am searching myself. I live in fear and anxiety  why ? I am searching myself . The day I become aware of the formless inner dimension of consciousness " determines who I am. My cup becomes empty .....sunyata( Sanskrit) Eternal bliss follows ...... I transcend ......