Buzzing and wiggling in the calm,
Nothing coming to a rest.
Chaos reigns the present.
Movement is riotous; replete with
unrest
There is no direction,
Growth is nonlineal, non-linear.
Inherent primal genius born.
Created has an order, with afterbirth in
cinder
Chaos breeds creation
Order pushes created
Evolving within chaos; expanding with order
Creation pushing created; Chaos and order
mated
Hues and tints
Yellow, orange, red
Each round I make
The palette condenses.
Mix of purple
Orange, reds, pinks
As minutes pass
The palette deepens
Unable to contain
Comes burst of colours
Boundaries being stretched
The palette is broken
Is there anything more beautiful
than form devoid of form?
What twists, turns, bends,
to objects short and long.
Is that a hurdle,
Is that a gain,
is what a rock might say.
To formless it means nothing
anything more than a way.
It gurgles, bubbles, lashes,
trickles, swaying away.
From one sight it comes to you,
From other it goes away.
Watch your wishes,
Watch your thoughts,
where they come from,
and what is sought.
Do they come from abundance
of what you have,
that it be no other way
than to give it to all.
Watch your wishes,
what your thoughts,
What you have,
is what you sow.
There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.” —Emery Allen
Dance – move rhythmically on a song or beat. Performing arts.
Dance – Movement of your body in respond to an emotion so strong that you are unable to control it within yourself.
Dance – After effect of Happiness leading to Euphoria!!
Dance is nothing but a form of expression through body. It is one of those rare things that leaves a person in a state of natural high ( not metaphorically but actually). Dancing does not mean doing choreographed steps on a song but it is any movement that is done when in an uncontrolled state. Continue reading
The disparate liking
for the world around
knows no bound
born in ebullience
comes from a heart within
so pure so true
For mortals like me and
you….
Mirror reflects my face every day,
I see me enhancing my face,
I smile at myself,
Adjust my features
To start another fake day.
Another day comes.
Déjà vu….
Once again my face is reflected.
I see and smile.
See, see, see……..
Stop.
Reflection, not smiling.
Heart, bleeding.
Mind, wondering
Over every past day.
Asks my reflection-“Why smile your face, when your heart not?”
I remain quite.
No answer to give.
Just questions in my mind.
I hate my smile.
Can’t see my face.
Mirror is not a solace.
I can’t face myself.
It’s not me.
Start.
Another day.
But no mirror.
Fake day.
But true self.
No fights, no talks.
Just silence and thoughts.
I help a child.
Make her smile.
Stop the tears in her eyes.
I make truce with my enemy.
Surprise her with my self irony.
And leave her wondering.
Maybe even happy.
I feel better.
I want to smile.
I see the mirror
and adjust my mind.
Tears in my eyes.
Smile on my face. :’)
My reflection smiles back and says-
“You are beautiful today”
Ruminations 