19th October 2009: A day of mixed and thoughtful emotions. I felt almost every feeling ranging from extreme white to extreme black. There was a moment when I was jumping out of joy like anything. On the same day was the time when attention of my mind was searching for a reason to breathe. Probably this diversity defines the life in real fashion and focus your thoughts on the Supreme.
After going through a hectic schedule I was relaxing in a garden when a sparrow wandering here and there arrived close to me and sat down in front of my face. I got delighted by heart and my eyes started to witness every single moment of the bird. Bewildered in her heavenly musical chirping, surrounded by flowers and lying down on the 'green' under the vast cloudy sky; I was feeling as if the Heaven itself has came down to earth to shower its bliss over me. The diamond sparkling eyes of the bird were projecting rainbow towards mine. That 'sweet spoken', that 'priyamvada' surrounded me physically for around two minutes; but was able to withhold my attention for next more than an hour and the episode is destined to live in my psyche for forever. How come just two minutes become the basis to live for rest of the lifetime? An unsolved puzzle as always!
The 'priyamvada' carried away my imaginations in an another garden. It was the garden of thoughts, the garden of feelings with all sorts of shades. Viewing in a bit broader way, Lyfe in itself is a garden. We experience all shades of dimensions at every very moment arraying from flowers to thorns, bright sunshine to heavy rains...Some get blessed with roses, others get destined with cactus...Birds chirp and bring smiles and tears at tymes... Some accompany till end, others depart in between...And the real psyche gets lost in this gigantic 'green' of creatures!
When will we be able to identify and recognize this 'priyamvada' in its true sense? I hope to realize 'my' 'priyamvada'; but apart from that realization, I pray to hold that fragrance eternal. I am sure Almighty would bless me soon.Amen!
And as the sayings say-
Today the world seemed cruel, but evening hours
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.
I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my Lily tree;
I heard the rabbits stirring in their nest;
And saw the path that fairy feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.
The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,
Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.
Dear god, who is so near to flowers, and birds,
Be nearer still, as I shall search for words
To thank Thee for the blessings night revealed,
Which through the day discouragement concealed.
Were filled with perfume from forgotten flowers.
I saw again familiar filigree
Of moonlight through my Lily tree;
I heard the rabbits stirring in their nest;
And saw the path that fairy feet had pressed;
Reflected stars were in my garden pool;
On my warm face the breeze was kind and cool.
The silence seemed to speak, my head was bowed,
Then ramblers that had grown into a cloud
Lifted my eyes that, tear-washed, now could see
The beauty that today was lost to me.
Dear god, who is so near to flowers, and birds,
Be nearer still, as I shall search for words
To thank Thee for the blessings night revealed,
Which through the day discouragement concealed.
