The Forgotten Art Of Living.....Excerpt.....The Ecstatic Dance Of Soul Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

The thoughts, the emotions, the desires and the dreams,
That live coiled and curled, somewhere deep inside,
At times struggle in secrecy, to find the release,
That speaks of a beauty to reveal the face of life,
That fails to be faithfully portrayed by mundane living alone.

"What then is life"? Asks the curious mind.
Beautiful life that feels the trembling need
To carry the heart's deepest emotions,
That brings the union of a soul, a perceiver, and an artist,
That fills the chalice of richest ecstasy,
Is a life lived to the brim.
So, the heart seeking out life,
Meets the perceiver through the eyes of reflection
Where thoughts and emotions meet and entwine,
To understand each other in life's deepest needs.

The emotions that evoke a sense of wonder,
The thoughts that portray a sense of despair
When the chalice runs dry.
The feelings that portray a sense of hope,
When the chalice runs high to the brim.
So the emotions that run like a running river,
Know not how to cease until they reach the shores,
Where the despair settles down and hope lights the heart.

Life when portrayed as an intentional communication,
Betwixt the artist and the perceiver,
The poet and the curious mind,
The painter and the heart,
The storyteller and the soul,
So the struggles dissolve in a heart-song,
The conflicts melt in harmony,
And the perceiver sees the light,
That fills the eyes of despair,
The heart cutting in pain.

Could that be the moment when a soul is reborn,
At the interface of a curious mind, an artist and a perceiver?

A life well-lived brings the meeting
Of a listener, a visionary, a feeler and a thinker.
Disengaging from what is best left behind,
And engaging in what is best left today,
So, the forgotten art of living,
Is beautifully remembered,
So, what seemed so mundane,
Gives rise to an art, a beauty
As you behold life through the eyes of a seer,
A perceiver, a thinker and a feeler.

Beauty when found even in the mundane
Gives birth to an evoking poetry,
Beauty when seen even in the ruins,
Fills the heart with streaks of light.
Beauty when felt even in the ashes,
Compels the heart to immerse in creativity.
A heart that thrives amidst the dungeon of despair,
Seeks after such living—a life felt and touched,
A life where rawness thrives,
And emotions are portrayed
In the forgotten art of living.

Such a life then turns to be art,
A way to grasp the truest living,
Faithfully that fulfills heart's deepest desires,
Where you the creator artist, the rising poet
Meet the perceived receiver.
Such is the sacred interface of mundane and heavenliness
Where despairs die and beauty begins.
The encounter that pushes you,
To the deeper question—"Who am I"?
This is when your life begins.


........Jayita Bhattacharjee