Salutations to Her

Nature has a realm of her own in her own flavours, moods and expressions. She speaks loud and powerful in her evocative imagery, sings in sublime soft tones of caressing breeze, the glossy feel of cool air, touches the very core to fan the tired human spirit, filling soothing energy. 
 
The pristine charm is evidently clear all around for those who can ‘see’ with feeling. The ever changing colours of the landscape, the panoramic stretch exemplifying unity in diversity teach to see and understand life in all its hues.

Rabindranath Tagore said: "How fortunate the little birds, they have their language lessons early in the morning". Waking up to those singing hours of peace is a blessing, to listen to those language lessons and enjoy the silent mysteries of their musical exchange is a treat one must not miss.

The peaceful silence of the night breaks and an auspicious sounding concert of bird-raagas begins, announcing the arrival of the primal Nourisher of the worlds... the Sun.  He unfurls the pennant of eternal light and the opera of dancing crystal shine begins.

Many a morning, the rays arrive softly to form a pattern of dancing flowers at the thresholds, and enter the houses, make the walls of the houses come alive with light. Inert objects too seem lively- caressed by the warmth of the morning.  Unostentatious miracle, the divine sojourn continues as the day progresses.

 In the afternoon sky, expanding clouds, lazily float about like flashing blue mirrors with white woolly frames, with a power to defy conformist shapes. If we learn to lighten ourselves like clouds by giving, to nurture something, we will feel free and rejoice in satisfaction.

In the evening glow, the gardens stand in a glad tribute to the Maker, flowers look like elegant dancers, swaying to songs of  breeze. As one  walks around the garden,  silent thoughts talk within, one can hear soul-whisperings - unlocking secrets, – one can mingle with the serenity around… life’s pains, sorrows, worries vanish while one becomes aware of the peaceful beautiful mysteries around..

The finest freestanding ‘sculptures’, the trees express a strong personality far removed from the weak human disposition. How rooted and confident, how expansive and giving. Who can replicate their archaic elegance? They seem as though they have eyes that house love and give, arms that hold love and give.

When soothing, warm orange spreads in the sky, the evening lady blushes further to deep red as the Sun slides into her lap.In her simplicity, she offers comfort. She teaches to willing disciples great craftsmanship and balanced architecture.  Despite ravages by  ungrateful man, she do­e­sn’t simply die, but renews he­rself with more vigour to give out more abundantly. Salutations to Mother Nature !