Dressed up in their brightest attire
They celebrate as they fall
In shades of crimson, scarlet and amber,
Look how they stand tall
Never in despair, they get ready for the journey to renew
In shades of crimson, scarlet and amber
Actually it’s their soul shining through!
The sun too never fades gently as it sets
Oh I need to set, it never frets
Setting the sky on fire and turning the ocean to shimmering gold
It moves on to rise on the other side and unfold.
(Palette Knife/Oil on Canvas)
The water beneath me is dark & murky
Might give a sense of gloom
I trust the light within
So I raise my head
Every morning and bloom!
(First Painting!!)
Stroke by Stroke I slowly strolled
Into the woods where the blue bells grow
As I walk alone, will I be lost?
In losing one self, I would be found
And then I saw you,
Lost in the woods,
But to the Soul, happily found!
Whistling among the trees, Goofing around
Flying on the magic carpet of blue bells bliss
You stretching your hand saying – Come Along!
Flying as high as you can
You reminded me of Peter Pan saying –
“Come with me where dreams are born
And time is never planned,
Just think of happy things
And your heart will fly on wings
Forever in Never Never Land!”
Inspiration: Blue Bell woods – Bradwell Village (UK)
Let me let go of my desire to condense it into words
For the infinite love needs the expansiveness of silence
Unbound by utterances, it touches me in the pauses
So let me let go of the desire to bind it any form
For the infinite love, no one’s a stranger
And every aspect of this universe is home!
As it turns cold outside
Making it unbearable to survive
When darkens seems to be the mainstay
Let the love in your heart
Be your torch light
May you glow in it its warmth
And pass the warmth to every passer by
Will it melt the snow or make the sun shine bright?
Probably not.
But it will surely make you see the enchanting beauty
Of a frozen lake on a full moon night!
When I wake up to your call
I know you are talking to my soul
You take me beyond
The thought woven cob web of my mind
To a deep peace of this moment
Always there but we seldom care to find
I dare not try understand or comprehend,
Listen, feel and transcend.
My free willed messenger Godsent!
“Fall” & “Grace” were never meant to get along.
Until I see her fall steeply on rocks and sing a song.
In awe, I wonder as she surrenders
To this moment and accepts the mighty fall.
Does she quiver at the tip of the mountain standing tall?
Oh! She probably does like every other soul.
Still she takes the leap of faith
Making the world spellbound,
With her beauty & grace.
When your heart feels a little cramped
Thoughts seem knotted up, hard to untie
Pick up a brush, and paint your own wide blue sky
Is it the perfect moment, the perfect brush?
Keeping the tingly thoughts aside.
Stay in the moment, stay in touch.
You will discover the old worn out brush has magic too,
Adding volume, Adding depth
To the floating clouds and crashing waves
Let your soul soak & surf
Allow yourself to make mistakes
For vastness of the sky
And depth of Ocean never judge
They embrace you in Love
In your True being, just feel them Hug!
When the winter turns the sky all grey,
Stretching darkness, shortening days.
Deep within the soul of the earth,
Lies silently the daffodil bulb.
With trust, acceptance and hope
Affirming – “I will rise and I will dwell”
As the winter frost slowly fades,
Not losing a moment it blooms again.
Brightening up the soul
That are frozen in pain
Daffodil’s fragrance traversing
With the spring breeze
Whispers to each one
“You will rise and You will dwell”
Inspiration : The first signs of spring – daffodils @Bradwell Village
Like a white ray of light
We keep traversing life.
Until we pause and look
Through the prism of our hearts.
To see the full spectrum of colors
we truly are
Dark, dull, bright, deep
Intense & bold.
Each hue is us
Both rust & gold
Caressing the intense colors of trauma untold
Reminiscing the pleasant pastel shades of love
With acceptance each unfolds
We are all of it or none at all.
(Inner Buddha : Acrylic painting with knife on canvas. Jan 2023)
The Soul Compass 