It has been very beautiful and cool and nice all around Pune with the ongoing rains these past 3-4 days. Everything looks as if it is sort of drunk and happy, as if the quest is finally over.
Will post some pictures of my flowers too soon. As of now, they are just relishing the shower.
In this weather, I cannot help but muse over the various sounds that are produced when the rain shower hits various surfaces. Its like a symphony that needs to conductor, no beginning and no end; it doesn't even pick up where it left off the next day.
It doesn't need to.
For the participants in this symphony, only now is real. Yesterday doesn't matter - it is past, gone. No longer relevant. Whether the yesterday was glorious or disappointing, it is all the same now, as it is gone. Dead. Just a memory. Future has not arrived, so no question of getting that part involved. So only the now remains. When this now settles inside me, all I can at times feel is nothing.
At other times, I have this gripping fear that what will happen when this now ends and no new 'now' is left to arrive. I mean it's all out there, right? Coming and going - like ants marching one after the another to some point, from some point. This feeling lasts for not even a second. Then I wake up; and realise that the perception of movement is an illusion.
Nothing is actually moving. Its all just flux which appears as movement. In reality, we keep appearing and disappearing like fireflies. The thing that twinkles is the light of the firefly and not the firefly itself. So the firefly is always there, but the light keeps appearing and disappearing. It's there, but keeps changing forms. When the firefly goes, the light goes too, returning to where they came from. So there is no question of arrival of next moment, is there?
But what happens when the rain is gone?
Even after the rain stops, the sounds of rain falling remain behind inside walls, plants, trees, us, the pathways, benches...
If you can sometime go near a soaked tree which is still wet around the trunk, maybe you can hear the soft drumming of rain drops that fell on it and then disappeared deep inside of it.
The reverberations of this soft music can still be heard within and around the tree. The rain drop can be felt on the trunk and through it maybe you can touch the roots and the soil around it. And maybe, just maybe, if you are lucky, the tree and the rain drops and the earth's scent will come together to show you their rainbow symphony.
Will post some pictures of my flowers too soon. As of now, they are just relishing the shower.
In this weather, I cannot help but muse over the various sounds that are produced when the rain shower hits various surfaces. Its like a symphony that needs to conductor, no beginning and no end; it doesn't even pick up where it left off the next day.
It doesn't need to.
For the participants in this symphony, only now is real. Yesterday doesn't matter - it is past, gone. No longer relevant. Whether the yesterday was glorious or disappointing, it is all the same now, as it is gone. Dead. Just a memory. Future has not arrived, so no question of getting that part involved. So only the now remains. When this now settles inside me, all I can at times feel is nothing.
At other times, I have this gripping fear that what will happen when this now ends and no new 'now' is left to arrive. I mean it's all out there, right? Coming and going - like ants marching one after the another to some point, from some point. This feeling lasts for not even a second. Then I wake up; and realise that the perception of movement is an illusion.
Nothing is actually moving. Its all just flux which appears as movement. In reality, we keep appearing and disappearing like fireflies. The thing that twinkles is the light of the firefly and not the firefly itself. So the firefly is always there, but the light keeps appearing and disappearing. It's there, but keeps changing forms. When the firefly goes, the light goes too, returning to where they came from. So there is no question of arrival of next moment, is there?
But what happens when the rain is gone?
Even after the rain stops, the sounds of rain falling remain behind inside walls, plants, trees, us, the pathways, benches...
If you can sometime go near a soaked tree which is still wet around the trunk, maybe you can hear the soft drumming of rain drops that fell on it and then disappeared deep inside of it.
The reverberations of this soft music can still be heard within and around the tree. The rain drop can be felt on the trunk and through it maybe you can touch the roots and the soil around it. And maybe, just maybe, if you are lucky, the tree and the rain drops and the earth's scent will come together to show you their rainbow symphony.
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