MY WORLD

T ime, a mysterious and fascinating thing.The best way to depict it is through the needles of a clock. However, that alone fails to capture all the enigma it holds. I feel sometimes that it deserves a more creative expression, capturing all the complexities it possesses. But a simple mind like mine can't fathom it all, and yet sometimes... while painting, I get to drench in it for a while. A glimpse of the mystery, suddenly at my fingertips. 

  "My brain is only a receiver, in the Universe, there is a core from which we obtain knowledge, strength, and inspiration. I have not penetrated into the secrets of this core, but I know that it exists."                                                                                                                            - Nikola Tesla

In the quiet pause between my heartbeats, as I stop racing for a moment, and my breaths release my tangled heart, there lies a poetic stillness. The world, once chaotic, now slows to the rhythm of my exhaled worries.  My turbulent soul now finds tranquility in the loving embrace of the cosmic divinity.   ..... S ometimes you want to retreat, to be away from the world and disappear within. Forgetting the names and the faces, to-dos and to-be's, unlearn the ways of the world, and just be. Just remain as you were made, as you are.  It's been such a long time since I haven't just sat still and embraced the silence, enjoying my being.  I haven't  reveled  in the fact that I am alive, blessed to witness nature's dynamic beauty, with all its serenity and complexity.    I long for the gentle tap of the raindrops falling on my skin, the murmur of the breeze weaving through the trees, and the sweet warmth of the morning sun that seeps within, enlightening my being. I

The illusions I carry arise from our flawed perception, which we take pride in; my convictions often obscure my reality. Following the unspoken rules, imposing restrictions on ourselves and people around, not realizing that in this infinite cosmos the boundaries I create does not exist. 

T rue Understanding only flows through receptivity, let it be a flow~  "like water which always runs towards the depth, with no motive to reach there at first, no aggression or ambition - UKN " Allowing the knowledge to flow through your veins, to mix its own color, flavor, and essence. To be like an empty cup, receptive, with a smile and gratitude, with great joy and compassion.

 Sometimes, you feel this strong connection, when words start flowing through you without any resistance, misunderstandings; encountering no barriers along the way. You see the cryptic messages hidden in the spaces between the words, in every sigh, in every breath. You sense the emotions right through their eyes and feel a strong familiar presence.    The more you get engrossed in the story being told, or the thoughts being shared the more you begin to see your mind and soul reflected on this stranger. A feeling you never knew you harbored has finally found a voice. Those beautiful words piercing and resonating, finding new territories deep within you...  unburdening you, lifting the haze that has long been blinding you.  Mysterious and sometimes perplexing are these varied encounters, and life is filled with these little sparkling moments. Fleeting may it be but each of these chance meetings is profound. It may be futile trying to understand this enigmatic universe of ou

As I glanced at the sunbeams dancing through my window blinds and the rumbling of the winds softly fill in the silence, I felt a deep pleasure within. I sensed a warm healing presence enveloping me into a big bubble, permeating and expanding. I closed my eyes and took it all in one deep breath and it flooded over every inch of me. Such peace, such delight, such warmth, such bliss, we can hardly experience even with the things we most covet in our hearts. And yet how simple it is to attain.  Seems as though the simplest of men are the most content in life, the ones who find happiness. We, on the other hand, make our life complex, chasing after things that might make our unsatisfying life a bit better, may it be riches, romance, that perfect job, social status, places or something that might give meaning to our lives. We spend our whole lives pursuing it with the false hope of fulfilment. Although it might make our lives easier, alone these possessions can never quite the storm i