Meandering

From the crystals that speak
colours that cry
textures that leap

droplets of water on leaf green leaves
smell rising from the wet earth
wisps of smoke curling upwards
rythems of life - day night day
seasons
patterns
change

meandering..

Wood

Its amazing how much I love this living breathing material. Today, on the way back home, saw these unbelievably lovely pieces of chopped wood on the road, made the car turn around and just felt them, picked up a few and brought them home for some Rs. The rings, the brown core, no clue what am going to do with these, just delighted to possess them for the moment!

The Bird with a Missing Feather

This evening, took a rare five minutes off to just sit and gaze outside. From the huge window, its a vista of green forest.. a cloud of white birds flew up, up and beyond my window on the thirteenth floor.

There was one with a feather missing from its left wing, it's silhouette clearly visible in the evening sky. It flew well.
I thought to myself, 'as well as the others'.

And then a thought popped up - Why 'as well as the others'?
It flew the very best it could and that’s what it is - full stop. Who am I to judge? How many other birds flew with something missing which I couldn't see.

To strive for doing one's best, isn't that then an ideal of sorts, does it really matter better than who, as long as its quality in what you do..
While I may have been living it myself, I may still have been judging others - no more.
Will alteast make an effort not to.

Imperfection

I don't know where I was reading about perfection and how a bit of imperfection is good sometime back. But is struck a chord. A Virgo, have spent away many hours of my life fretting over small stuff, small imperfections..in objects/ possessions, tasks..

It's amazing really, how something, if it strikes a chord has the potential to change your outlook and actions. Maybe this is evolution too.. Sorry Robert Kegan, while I am trying to acquaint myself with your fabulous theories these days, I come up with such an over simplistic observation on evolution!

So is the ability to manifest change in self on the strength of a thought (perhaps some written words) evolution too?

Looks like. I would really love to remember what I read on imperfection but I can't exactly or where. But it was about celebrating imperfection as the final touch in something 'nearly perfect'.

So the implication is, that that extra bit of space between those two pearls in my favourite string of round white pearls, otherwise perfectly spaced, is just the thing I needed!
Because that imperfection draws the eye and renders further beauty and charm to something which would otherwise have been too perfect and perhaps not noticeable..
It also means while I have obviously now given up the thought of having it restrung, something which used to nag at me every time I would wear it, I actually rejoice in that imperfection!

The implications are of course much more far reaching in my life. But the point is, something to think about and give a chance to - the strength of a single thought.. IF it strikes the right chord.. (Over simplistic again..?? :))

Human Web

It’s so hard to put in words. (Perhaps it’s just my own inability to do so, let me not state it like a general truth.)And let me also not get diverted from what I want to capture at this moment.
One's existence in this world along with other human beings literally creates a web. And this post is not about the relationships you have in your life - your family, friends, relations, loved ones, people you know well..Then what is this human web all about? Well, I did say am finding it hard to give this thought shape in words.
Yet, it’s not so vague that it cannot be expressed, an attempt can be made!
I believe as a person, an individual when we enter say a room, or a public place or any place with people, you may or may not know, you are giving out these different coloured threads, so is everyone else. Some vibe some don't, there are thousands you probably wouldn't even notice, there are hundreds you notice mildly, some which interest you and a few which really captivate you, intrigue you. This may happen right away or take a lot of time to come to your notice. In fact, you may never notice some. Sometimes, you may notice only when someone else is intrigued by your threads and then you notice theirs.
What is this? What is this phenomenon? It is from an individual to an individual, it has nothing to do with what you do, what age, sex, social class, profession, it’s just about the threads.. Are these captivating threads mind waves? A part of the larger cosmos where things are connected eternally and you just feel that connection in some vague way? Is it that the thread belongs to a person who can contribute to your journey in some way, perhaps very small but has a role to play in your journey and vice versa? Do we explore? Do we feel the need and then do we feel up to the effort? Do we risk being misunderstood? After all, it’s hard to put in words on paper, how does one even express it to a person. (Hello, I saw some coloured threads, the one coming from you intrigued me, (did the one coming from me intrigue you too?) while there are hundreds which didn't, should we have a chat and explore why, maybe the sole purpose of this intrigue is this one chat and it will perhaps add to my journey in some small way and in all probability to yours, that’s it... nah!)
Maybe not. And that’s just the way it is.
Till then there is this tangle of coloured threads, some bright some sombre, all over the place and one just sails past, enjoying the colours but not looking too closely.

The Breeze Kissed Me...

From the green hills beyond, it came, a whispering dancing trail and kissed me am sure, I touched my cheek and found its moist mark..fluttering my clothes, playing with my perfume, my hair it's toy! The lightening of my heart, the gladness and the blush on my cheek, the breeze kissed me am sure :)

Wisps of Smoke

Wisps of smoke
And the dark of the night
Now I see them now I don't
But they are
Against the velvety night
And the hard light
Grey, diaphanous?
Or iridescent.. silver, golden even?
They are.
Both.