Looking beyond a milestone

The sweltering heat of the sun is punishing in it`s might and the yearning in our minds for a drop of rain is very much what keeps us going, keeps us fighting to live, to see the splendid lightning, to listen to the magnificent drum roll of thunder signalling the arrival of the monsoons. Our hearts get light and celebrate nature`s bountiful gift with aplomb. As peacocks dance and flowers bloom, as the trees wave and the plants giggle in their greenish state of glee, we become one with nature, we complete a cycle of revival, a cycle of suffering and happiness, a celebration of life and nature.

It is this very nature that revives us when we seem to sleep, ignorant of all that we need to know. It is this nature that incites our curiosity, sprinkles upon us the innocence of a child, showering us with love and yet at the same time, creating in us the urge to discover all, to seek the truth, to seek the mystery of the universe and our very existence.

Human beings rule the earth and the skies today. This power comes to us because we are inherently born with a gift, a blessing, we have the capability to be humane. Humanity does not come from being a human, but from being humane, so it is with this love and blessing that we should keep striving to complete more cycles in communion with nature, learn more, seek more and reach where we need to reach.

It was this desire to be humane, to be of service and thus seek the truth which made a little girl born somewhere in Albania, travel far to India, to Calcutta, and serve the dying, to serve the diseased and the poor. She became Mother Theresa for the world. The freshness with which we all recieve nature`s announcement of impending rain, was not hugely different from the warmth with which she recieved the poor, sick and dying. Because she saw in them nature again, she saw in them, the plants, flowers, birds and all the other beautiful things that make up the world.

Yesterday, I saw a group of blind people walking on the streets. All of them were blind and held each other`s hands and shoulders and walked as a group. They were singing as they walked slowly along the crowded road. They sang in one voice, in one spirit, with such feeling, that they were quite a sight to watch. Even in their blindness they could see their friends, they could see the world through their collective voice and combined strength.

We are even more blessed than they, and we might not even require to hold a friend`s hand, but we can surely lend a hand, and perhaps be part of a collective voice, combine our strengths, seek truth, be humane and love nature.

I didn`t know what to write, but there was this urge to let go, to stop and reflect in this journey as i reach my hundredth post(milestone). To stop and think about how I will seek my strengths, my truth.!, so forgive me for the sermonizing tone, (if any) it happened unconsciously.