In the Midst of Phase
Are we moving in the stillness of our minds? At the time when our minds race our present, we tend to get excited or overwhelmed. At the time our minds stay in the present, we tend to be focused or if it's not engaging, we get bored. Meanwhile, memories belong to the past, yet it influence our present and future. Many of us aren't aware the secret to living life is to forgive, move on, and grow, and be aware of how abundant blessings are given each moment every second that we are in control to choose every decision from the smallest to the biggest and from the worst to the best as well as from the most unnecessary to the most necessary things. We are responsible for what we can control.
These photographs I chose represent the relationship of growth in the state of physical stillness of the human body on a constantly rotating land with invisible words and voices inside human's mind with destined souls finding their purpose.
In the midst of phase
In the midst of phase, where time stands still, Do our minds race, or do they find their fill? In the whirlwind of now, excitement may dwell, Yet in presence, focus finds its spell.
Memories, echoes of the past, yet they cling, Shaping our present, our future they bring. Unaware, many tread, the secret untold, Life's essence lies in growth, as we unfold.
Every moment, a blessing, abundant and bright, Each second ours to mold, in the dance of light. From smallest decisions to grandest of all, In our hands lies the power, to rise or fall.
These photographs chosen, they speak in still, Capturing growth amidst the constant wheel. On rotating land, bodies find their repose, While within, silent words and voices pose.
Destined souls, seeking purpose, they roam, In the quiet depths of the human home. Invisible threads bind, weaving fate's design, In the dance of life, growth intertwines.
In the midst of phase, where time meets the mind, Do we journey in stillness, or races unconfined?
In moments of stillness, focus finds its hold,
While racing thoughts leave us in stories untold.
Memories, the echoes of days long gone,
Yet they shape our present, our future, they dawn.
Forgive, move on, and in growth we find our stride,
Each moment, each second, blessings do reside.
We hold the reins, of decisions great and small,
From the darkest depths to the highest call.
In the realm of control, our power lies,
To shape our destinies, under endless skies.
These photographs, they speak in silent prose,
Of growth amidst stillness, where destiny flows.
A body still, upon the land that turns,
With whispers within, the soul's fire burns.
Destined souls, seeking purpose, they roam,
In the dance of life, they find their home.
Invisible words, voices that guide,
Through stillness and motion, they coincide.
So let us embrace the stillness, the phase,
Where growth and purpose intertwine, always.
For in the midst of it all, we find our way,
In the dance of life, each and every day.
In the midst of phase, where time's ethereal dance,
Do we journey through the stillness of our minds?
Do we traverse the stillness of our minds?
As thoughts, in their vibrant trance.
Do we find ourselves amidst racing binds?
As thoughts twirl, our present's fleeting glance,
Excitement and overwhelm, what truth we find.
In the quietude of now, our focus rests,
Where present moments hold us, firm and true.
Yet, in memories' grasp, our hearts attest,
Past echoes whisper, shaping what we do.
Forgiveness, a balm for wounds of old,
Guides us forward, where growth's tender shoots arise.
Each decision, a thread in life's rich fold,
Where blessings bloom beneath the vast, open skies.
These images, a glimpse of silent grace,
Speak of growth amid the body's calm repose.
Upon lands that spin in their constant embrace,
Whispers within, where destinies disclose.
Invisible words and voices, they entwine,
Guiding souls towards their destined quest.
In stillness, we find movement, in design,
A dance of purpose, where hearts find rest.
In present's embrace, focus finds its hold,
Or boredom creeps where engagement's lost.
Yet memories, from past, their tales unfold,
Guiding our steps, whatever the cost.
Forgiveness, the key to life's gentle flow,
To move, to grow, in each passing hour.
Abundant blessings, in every ebb and flow,
In our hands lie the reins of power.
These photographs, windows to our soul's quest,
In stillness, the body's silent stand.
On land that spins, amidst words unexpressed,
Destined souls, finding purpose, hand in hand.