seasons: a poetic journey


small snippets of truth
spaces of enormous birth
reside within us

Do you paint? What keeps you from moving into that space?

I love the feeling that rises within after I prepare a canvas, select brushes, choose color, and find mood music. The swaying starts small and gradually grows to an elemental storm. Some storms are rather peaceful. Others are torrential downpours. The volume of song can descend until it is barely audible. Or rise to the sky with thunderous echo.

What volume are you currently inhabiting? Will you dare enter that space?

The layers of a painting resemble what is unseen to the eye. This is why one must dive deep into a painting to discover the secrets and mysteries. This painting appears to be unfinished. There very well could be a friendship ii.

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The Voice

Heaven On Earth

For the first time in a very long time, the interference was gone. l compare it to static on a radio so loud that no station can come in clearly. That was happening without letup to me. I could not hear God. I could not tune into my Zone, my Zen, my Paradise. That static left me restless, with insomnia, exhausted. Yet I would not give in to my lower emotions and I hung on with all I had to Faith. No I couldn’t feel my Connection to Source, but I knew it was still there!

One day I went out to a forest with my cameras and realized there was no interference and very easily I slipped into my Zone. Oh oh oh!!! For the absolute JOY! Finally I could slip into the NOW Moment where nothing existed except for the very Moment! That mind-breaking noise was gone! I…

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Before you speak ?

Before you speak ?

Let your words pass through three gates.

At the first gate, ask yourself, ‘Is it true?’

At the second ask, ‘Is it necessary?’

At the third gate ask ‘Is it kind?

Before you speak,

let your words pass through three gates.

At the first gate, ask yourself, ‘Is it true?’

At the second ask, ‘Is it necessary?’

At the third gate ask ‘Is it kind? 

Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

(1207 – 1273 )

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( c ) : ram H singhal

Tree of Happiness

Wednesday Sufi Blog


Priyanshi shah

I often wonder how magic molds my feelings, ideas, and conversations. And I discovered, Magic is the light within me, which passes, reflects, touches another through me, and connects everything. It’s the depth of madness, one needs to pass through to know the beauty of it. To recognize the light one has to walk with the shadows.

Isn’t it magic, when you laugh without reason,
Isn’t it magic, when you dance without the music,
Isn’t it magic, when you live in the air of a new place,
Isn’t it magic, when you realize the depth of the conversation,
Isn’t it magic, when you walk under the moonlight and experience the waterfall,
Isn’t it magic, when you count stars like a child sipping the tea,
Isn’t it magic, when you share the same story with the same person,
Isn’t it magic, when you lay on the grass to behold the upside-down…

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Magic of Music

I had to listen to the classical music because it calms down,clams my nerves down.
Novak Djokovic

Wind is a music .

Music has a trans formative effect on our nerves at the time of tight rope walking in life . a morning meditation monologue of 20 Dec 2018 .

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(c) ram H singhal