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Garden of life
NOV 10 - It was an extraordinarily splendid day. The early sky was clear and azure, and with its few patches of clouds reddened by the sun, it did not provide any warmth in this chilly autumn morning. Last night there had been a tempest that had brought no rain and a lot of commotion. And now, as you passed through the garden on your way to work, you could notice that a lot of leaves had fallen with the last night’s stir. These were scattered in reckless heaps and the trees above seemed forlorn in their sudden exposure.
As you walked along, you felt the crispness of the grayish yellowness beneath your feet. It made a strange combination with the cheerful sounds of the birds, awake long before you were. You felt a relief of freshness in the air that tingled your deepest pores and called you to the attention of the surrounding. One entered into a newness that was distant from yesterday and a completely different energy flowed in your being.
Love is a flower - delicate and fragrant - yet very fragile. You need to nurture it daily. You need to throw away the thorny stems and root out the weedy grasses. Each and every day, you need to look at it through fresh eyes and listen to it with silent ears. Love will then show you unseen colours and whisper to you unheard melodies.
Love is insecure - it is very vulnerable. But the moment you try to build a protective wall around it, all its beauty gets lost. If you pluck it and set it aside for safekeeping, it soon withers away and drops its fragrance. If you try to hold it in your hands and caress its petals, it can only get crumpled, rather than be revived by the heat of your desires.
Love is living - fresh and vibrant. When it falls into the routine of your habits, you kill its very essence. Love then becomes a plastic flower. All your perfumes cannot breathe life into it. But how we are used to plastic love! We live with a dead thing and our lives do not know the joy of living.
Love is a fresh flower in the garden of your life. Only you hold the key to it. Only you can devote yourself as the guardian of this wonderful entity. Let this be your only duty. When love shall bloom in all its fullness, it will unfold the intelligence hidden in you. In this depth, you shall discover that you too are a flower in the immense Garden of Life. The supreme gardener, that is Life itself, will guarantee that no harm shall come to you.
The sun had bid farewell to the day long ago. Yet one could feel the darkness still fresh. You walked across the slightly visible path that wound through the garden. The flashing beams of the cars that passed along the distant street disturbed you. A light wind blew on your face, as you looked at the trees planted along the street - tall, alone but silent. The moon was nowhere to be seen in the sky but the trees were just visible. If it were not for the backdrop of the blue-lit sky, they would have remained hidden. You walked with all this and the perfume of silence followed you closely.Posted on: 2003-11-09 10:20
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