Colourful dreams spring up in my heart this morning which is calm and peaceful…
The mountains are silently speaking to the trees; trees are speaking to leaves; leaves to flowers and flowers to butterflies. The butterflies now come near me and speak of silence, calmness and peace…
The mountains are silently speaking to the trees; trees are speaking to leaves; leaves to flowers and flowers to butterflies. The butterflies now come near me and speak of silence, calmness and peace…
One butterfly looks into my eyes and listens :My lips remained still as I spoke with my eyes, "At one corner of the street, a mother, who got up early this morning, kisses the sleeping child. And at an other corner, the Worldly people ask - How can tiny drops dare hope to declare any relationship with the ocean? "
The ocean is nothing but a collection of drops, but if every drop detaches itself and stays separate, will there be any ocean?
Now, should the ocean be called as a huge collection of drops or should a drop be called as a part of the ocean?
Without the drops, will the ocean have any identity? Without the ocean, will the drops have sufficient identity?
Hearing the questions, the butterfly laughs :
"Your life is a journey, you are just a traveler; you are moving from soul to soul, drifting from dream to dream and God, who is watching you from above, enjoys your tour."
God as a poet writes the poem of your life…
“What am I dear butterfly? What is my true identity? ", I question with my eyes again.
“You are a Nursling of Mother Nature”
"My gratitude dear butterfly, where have you come from, now where do you go? "
"I was born in the beautiful gardens of your soul, I live drinking the sea of nectar from the flowers bloomed in your heart and now I fly back into the garden of your soul again, to live there forever."
Saying so, the butterfly flew, it flew into the magnanimity of my mind; it flew into the generosity of my spirit and it flew into the nobility of my soul…
8 comments:
You've woven a delightful "Calm and Peaceful Morning" here Charan.
I love the idea of the butterfly being a wise philosopher.
What would the ocean be without the drops? And how small would a drop alone be without collaborating with all the other drops to form the ocean?
This post really gives the soul calm & peace.
I should have read this poem first, Sai. Now, I am happy.
'The mountains are silently speaking to the trees; trees are speaking to leaves; leaves to flowers and flowers to butterflies. The butterflies now come near me and speak of silence, calmness and peace…'
This chain of life you have woven is beautiful.
Collective drops forming an ocean - this imagination/truth is beautiful.
'"I was born in the beautiful gardens of your soul, I live drinking the sea of nectar from the flowers bloomed in your heart and now I fly back into the garden of your soul again, to live there forever."
Beautiful. Now, this is the Sai, we know. Cheers!!!
@Margaret, @Sandhya :
I express my thanks to both of you for sharing my thoughts and spending the calm and peaceful morning here at Beyond Barriers...
You people always help me by writing encouraging opinions on my posts, I feel lucky to get friends like you :)
Cheers,
Charan.
ah. lovely. i dont know what else to say... there are too many complex questions and just as much simple answers. well done.
This is sheer poetry in prose. Very well-written.
Dear Lala Bhai & Onkarji:
I sincerely thank both of you for writing your respective opinions and nice compliments :)
Your comments are a source of encouragement for me to write more such posts in future.
Cheers,
Charan.
oh so u r also a lazy bum like me..visited your blog to c yr latest post and was surprised u dint update for sometime..haha..Thanks Sai for your continuous encouragement though I was not regular in my postings and comments the whole of last month. Cheers.
Ramesh Bhai, look your motivating comment woke me up and made me write my new post :)
Thanks and cheers buddy... :)
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