Untangle

Oh….

How I long to untangle  for a moment ….

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To break loose of all the chains binding me,

shackles in my mind of years of conditioning.

And to fly over the mountain tops like a bird.

looking down reveling in the beauty of the  valleys….

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To feel the wind play with my hair  wildly,

and the soft breeze kiss my cheeks ever so gently,

To chase pretty butterflies across the fields,

and lay down on the grass totally carefree….

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To ride a bicycle right into a pool of water,

to fall down and laugh to my heart’s delight.

To watch the sunset  over the horizon,

Lying down at the edge of the sea ….

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To chase little crabs on the  sands of the beaches,

while  avoiding getting wet by her waves.

Then to fall into the waves of  the sea ,

allowing  it to carry me into it’s embrace….

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To relish to my hearts delight,

chocolates and ice creams without any guilt.

To listen to all the music my heart longs for,

and to dance to my very own rhythm ….

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Then to look up into the dark skies at night,

at the silent moon smiling at me ,

To lay in the arms of  my   lover,

And be totally lost in love forever ….

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To  go beyond my goods and bads,

beyond my perceptions of rights and wrongs.

To abandon my prim and proper self recklessly,

And to untangle  for a moment ….

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Yes, It was worth it !

To forget the trivial…..
To remember the most important, then …
That day you begin to celebrate Existence ~ Prem Rawat

Sometimes we go on in life, taking things for granted until something comes crashing down. I too have been completely distracted in the day to day happenings for quite some time now.  Then to find someone close to you is unwell, shakes your very core.  Thoughts start rushing in, and I have been unable to rest peacefully worrying about their health and well being…..

But above all, my mind keeps going towards what I have been given.  Questions like, have I spent my time appreciating this  beautiful relationship, or was I busy finding faults with this person keeps haunting me. It is so easy to get lost. But to be conscious each day in this life of all the gifts is the real challenge. Appreciation is the key word.

How much do I appreciate and how much do I take for granted.  It is so easy to fall into the routine of  living in a dream like state, totally unconscious .  Then a slap sometimes is needed to halt us and make us open our eyes.

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Writing too has become like that. What I was so passionate about a couple of years back has come to a standstill now. I say that my ink has dried up.  A mental block. A hurdle I find hard to cross over. An imaginary weakness which seems so difficult to be overcome. Each time I try to sit to write, I freeze and I go blank….

Have I become so laid back and complacent in all aspects of my life?

Then turning again to this relationship business.  An eyeopener, which I pray that will last for the rest of my life.  Understanding that we are all humans with flaws. Love will over power all shortcomings. We are here for a very limited time, and have been surrounded by such beautiful relationships . I want to appreciate, enjoy and be conscious of all that I have been given. There is so much richness and fullness in this. Having seen people who have always wanted to be alone, and how their lives became so lonely and wretched, I want my life to be otherwise.  Filled with laughter, joy, abundance and appreciation.  I want to look back and have no regrets, and to say, Yes it was worth it !

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER – by Erma Bombeck (written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

 

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

 

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

 

I would have talked less and listened more.

 

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

 

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

 

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

 

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

 

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

 

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

 

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

 

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

 

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

 

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.” There would have been more “I love you’s.” More “I’m sorry’s.”

 

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute…look at it and really see it .. live it .and never give it back. Stop sweating the small stuff.

 

Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what.

 

Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.

 

Let’s think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally. I hope you all have a blessed day.

 

Ripples

Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget,
But there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;
You’ve disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once you’ve started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;
But there’s little waves a-flowing, and there’s ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you’ve stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn’t believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
But there’s gladness still a-swelling, and there’s joy circling yet,
And you’ve rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.

Ripples By James W. Foley

Row, Row, Row your boat……..

“Row… Row… Row your boat,
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream”

This is a nursery rhyme most of us would have sung when we were kids. I too continued to sing it to my children when they were young. I never paused even once to understand the meaning of this simple rhyme!

I guess I do take a while to comprehend certain things. Not certain, but most things. Isn’t this message amazing and profound? How many of us take things too seriously, that we forget to enjoy life itself. Everything around us becomes so pressing and demanding that we hardly stop to ask ourselves whether this is really important.

Should I give so much priority to things that could have been ignored or overlooked? Do I need to get so involved with all the actions I perform everyday, that I forget to feel that I am alive. It takes someone’s death to remind me how vulnerable I am. I am reminded of the dreamlike state of this life. That death is a certainty!

This simple poem reminds me once more, that I need to row my boat gently. Yes, gently down this stream of life. My boat is extremely fragile. I can’t allow it to rock too much lest I get drowned. At the same time it reminds me that this life is only a dream, so I need to row this boat of mine merrily too. At the end of the day, I too will become a dream. But before that to wake up and become aware that I am very much alive !

Time

Time is my comrade,
Time keeps me company.
Time is my teacher,
Time teaches me patience.

Time is forgiving,
Time heals my wounds.
Time forgets my pain,
Time forgives all hurt.

Time is like a balm,
Time treats me gently-at times.
Time is like a mother,
Time waits for me – the child.

Time is not my enemy,
Time is my friend.
Time is Love –
Eternal Love…….