It peeps!!

Day-101 Gratitude series
It peeps !!

And life goes on.
Without me asking it too.
It does not deign to ask me for permission.
Such are the workings of the Universe and its unintended hold on its creations
I take it as it comes. Flowing is easy.

What is it about the moon that urges writers to pen their thoughts and poets to rhyme them?
Is it not just a reflected illumine?
Reflected glory?
And yet, how little is the Sun associated with romance and rituals in spite of it being the majestic source?

I often wonder why so.

Many customs are connected with the glory of the full moon and many haunts and stories with the no-moon.

Me? I love the moon as I love the stars as I love us, who are the stardust
The beauty of Nature, its raw strength and power, and its own urge to survive without any reckoning to us as humans is a lesson in our lack of significance that we better learn.

We may assume that we are on top of the food chain and extremely powerful, but don’t tempt nature.
She has her own agenda.

All one requires to do is bow one’s head in obeisance. Therein lays your own empowerment.
Surrendering is rarely a weakness. It is a show of pure love and clear intent and nature is worthy of this deference.
Not because she asks for it or that she requires any validation from us.
It is about we being intuitive to see what should have been obvious.

How often do we allow our third eye to open and how often do we keep it firmly shut for fear of light blinding us?

I, understand the fascination for the moon as I understand the
fascination for soft words, pure hearts, and kind deeds.

Reflected glory works.

It soothes under soft shadows with a glittery, shimmery bathing light and I require this softness to heal myself.
I wish us all to heal.

Does the emotion come before the flow?
Do I have anger and that is why I punch?
Do I have love and that is why it flows?

“Invictus” by William Henley
“Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul”

Yes, I am.
Aren’t we all?
Life is indeed beautiful and so are we.
Life is yours and Bliss is within
Light & Love
©Dr Naznin 


Published by positivewingsblog

I am a counselor and psychotherapist by profession. A relationship consultant, wishing to influence as many minds positively as I can, facilitating smiles and harmony. I love people... Am a freelance writer and diarist. A teacher of life-skills and basic and advanced conceptual psychology. A soon-to-be personality trainer for the hearing impaired youth, making them job-worthy.

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