#thismoment — Public Fediverse posts

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

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Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

Presence

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To arrive with something
Made by hand
A page where colors once
Listened to your breath …
A small painting carrying a piece of your day
Not bought, but felt, and gently given …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To gift a folded note, written slowly
With words that sat beside
Your heart for a while
Ink becoming warmth in
Someone else’s hands
A letter that lingers longer
Than any object …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To bring a pressed flower
From a walk you loved
Held between pages like a
Secret of the earth
A moment of stillness
Wrapped in paper
A memory, passed from you to them …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
To offer a jar filled with tiny intentions
Little lines of hope, of courage, of light
So on heavy days, they can open one
And find you there, in a sentence …

Wouldn’t it be nice…
If our gifts carried pieces of our presence
Instead f things that fade
Without a story
A drawing, a word, a fragment of soul
Simple, and somehow, enough …

#roksanatales

.

.

.

Wouldn’t it be nice?
Tell me!

#grammys #ShankarMahadevan #ZakirHusain #SelvaganeshVinayakram #GaneshRajagopalan #Shakti #ThisMoment #India #Proud #love

Dear Friends,
A poem. Meant to be read by saying 'hashtag' where indicated.

So many #there, on the subway
making themselves at #home
#ComeAsYouAre
beautiful person
So #wonderful to #SeeYou
made for #ThisMoment

May you be at #peace
May you be #happy
May you be #free

ESM

#NewYorkCity
#MassTransit
#poetry
#photography
#PhotoResearcher

Remember everyone... Life isn't about how long you live, it's about living as much as you can in the life you get. Go out there and boldly take the space that is your right and do kind things. :BlobhajHeart:
#fediverse #kindness #compassion #mindfulness #ThisMoment

It's school holidays, but I need to go to the office to meet some students. My daughters want to come with me. Playing games on the train. When I meet my students, they stay in the room, quietly drawing their pictures. On the way back they walk arm in arm, laughing. We sit on a bench in the University gardens and eat the potato salad I made for them last night. Later we have an ice cream by the water.

#love #daughters #parenthood #congruence #ThisMoment #MayGodProtectThem

“There are no fences. There are no boundaries. All it takes is a willing, open heart and a mindset open to the injection of suggestions, ideas, and visions. And if that idea can get across to people, we can create stuff that would astound people in its universality. That’s what Shakti represents. Shakti is not just John and I and the music we make.” - Zakir Hussain

#zakirhussain #shakti #tabla #thismoment #music

https://postgenre.org/shakti-zakir-hussain-ii/

Change is sometimes the universe doing for you what you won't do for yourself. Either because you can't see it. Or see it, but can't bring yourself to do it for yourself. Eitherway, we each get to where we need to be. How do we know? Where you are now, you needed to be here in your life. And here you are!

#HereYouAre #Change #Now #ThisMoment

Your teachers have already found you, they just don't always come in the form you're looking for. The enemy is your teacher, the child is your teacher, the animal is your teacher, the grief is your teacher, the joy is your teacher. The teacher and the teaching and the taught, each, and all that you need to work with your life, is present with you already.

#mindfulness #presence #thismoment #now #teachers

If you only knew how vast this moment is in its wholeness, how capable of multitudes, holding your past and future together with a pinch of time, you would not hasten from it so eagerly, but linger, linger here, in this everything that you ever have been and ever will be, right now.
#presence #now #thismoment #mindfulness