Nature inspires, Nature heals

Those minarets stood in elegance, subdued now appeared the world and we the mere

humans, struggling and moving like ants all over the place.

Nature had been bountiful and abundant in providing us with everything that could make

this world a beautiful place to live in.

We failed to treasure the divine gift.

The mountains had been my fascination always since childhood and when I got to stay in a place which was in lap of Himalayas, it touched the core of my heart to live and dwell in my life forever.

I for once cannot forget the scent of trees and the freshness that I inhaled every moment. The golden dawn was exhilarating everyday and imbibed blessings in me whenever I witnessed the golden Himalayas ,peeping from my window..

The magnificent Trishul peak was majestic, resplendent in stature and kissing the highest skies gracing the world with its presence.

A drive through these forests made my heart leap so many times while I watched

the fluffy clouds moving inside the car making way through open windows.

Luckily, ac’s weren’t too popular then in cars and we travelled with open

windows. I could smell, breathe and eat the whole candy floss bunch of white…

Rainy seasons brought more splendor to the place where waterfalls   made way through bushes and valleys. I lived in them. I loved their existence. I breathed life then.

With every season, the scene changed to breathtaking moments which were no more than

jewels bedecked by the creator.

Seeing the powerful aura was a different experience, where we realize we are mere atoms of existence in this world, our identity being nothing than a speck in this whole painting of life.

What was not present amidst the prosperous nature was the urge and will to retain this eternal gift of Divine.

Years later , the conifers stand tall and beckon with the same call. The fragrance of the pine and the beauty of pure air,penetrates deep into silence of the valley till miles.. It is our heartbeats which we can hear . This is a place where humans live in congruency with nature , they breathe nature and learn every moment every second from the facets of earth.

The ochre carpet of pirul spread over the pathways attracted every onlooker and traveler, who wished to choose the main road, always chose the rough path, making it more desirable. Those who walked on it knew that it was never easy to walk on the slippery way,without a branch to hold on,if slipped. Isnt life thus too?

We never have a hand to hold ,while in times of downfall.

Its only the focus for our destination which can make us go and walk endlessly without failing.

Nature inspires, Nature heals

Nature 's way of repair and regeneration is amazing and always has infinite things to tell.

What we seek or wish to learn are always present in smallest things of nature.some times it feels, the questions and answers all are around, one needs to go beyond the perception.

It starts with tiny lines

Seems which cracked on the shell

Sometimes travel till inside

Or remains on surface;

The fissure spreads the pain

growing deeper and deeper

Yet becomes the path for light

to enter the girth inside

..

Walnut shells are too

made of cracked lines

The crevice often

tells

thousand tales beyond time...

Age old birch or banyan

or Oak for that matter

the rings

speak stories

Tales dwell in layers of bark often

While these spread to grow

Rays gets through and glow...

...nature and life

have their own

uniqueness of repair

Just let them flow...

It is not easy to gather the fragments, hitherto randomly scattered by the different weathers.

To gather the courage of showing up ,inspite of turmoil or turbulence isn't either normal...

The journey of self awareness is more of an awakening to heed and hear the call , to know the seeking and seek the desired path.

It is a churn inside ,which tumbles everything upside down and isn't obviously simple.

Grief cannot be termed and alienated as sorrow or Sadness,for it doesn't have a time frame to follow. It is embedded like a gemstone , treasured in heart. It is the indelible part of heart which learns to heal in silence and creates a mural .

Whether or when would the flow of life be normal is subjective and beyond our comprehension, but once we cross the mid line and be on this side of fence , nothing matters more than peace of mind and tranquility ... life is only meant to create ...keep creating and realizing the worth

@ soumya vilekar