The silver moon

People since long have taken inspiration from objects that have no life. Art , Moon and general things that have been placed around them. Many of them have stood still and have gone through the test of time. Some wait for you to come to them and some that you have to wait for. We feel for them and we take care of them, sometimes more than we take care of people or animals. We fail to recognize that the feeling isn’t mutual. Have we ever tried to contemplate that these object will likely never talk back to us or will never tell us how they feel, yet we will grow fond of them.

But what about the people or the phenomenon behind the object?

Aren't they the real source of inspiration? They are the ones who have toiled day and night to come up with a thought inspiring creation. We need to be diligent and acknowledge or appreciate their process of thinking. That process which made us look at things differently. Inspiration is a form of energy that has to be passed on from people to people, not as competitors but as people who want to get enlightened. Effort needs to be given in finding out more about the creator's creation. One example would be to find out what they were thinking at the time they were working on the creation. That wouldn't mean not taking inspiration from your very own life. Ignorance is bliss,but then you are missing out on opportunities that have been provided to you via these small situations where in would lie the very genesis of inspiration.

And remember if that means nothing to you then definitely share, cause it would mean something to someone around you.

The silver Moon

Fondly folded wings around..The path is dark yet clear..

Silver Moon to which it prays..Its here very near..

It flew to it, In vain in hope..Felt the pain, strength and fear..

Oh moon,the bird said...You are close ,and I'm there..

Its wings froze,the bird broke..it saw its end near..

Oh silver moon,ill come to you soon, Its eyes filled with tear..

It went down as angels surround, some it could overhear..

angels sound pulled a cloud, they made the bird steer..

angels said to the bird "why did you fly to the moon?"

It said it had questions of why,

why it stood silent in the sky..

Why did it shine so bright?

What's the use of this light?

angels said to the bird "the moon never talks!"

It said that it wont talk to me..

Let it remain a mystery..

For in its path that i begun ..

i will tell of all the fun..

For i know that i can fly..

Miles to the moon in the sky..