Just Observe... This Too Shall Pass

Posted on Feb 22, 2020 by SOUL Sagacity (SOUL Sagacity)

The blizzard had just passed after three stormy days. The path was strewn with twigs and broken leaves. Some of them aged and had to fall anyway. But many leaves had blown away before their time. However tragic it may seem, the fresh leaves had given the muddy path leading to the mysterious forest a carpeted green.

The path led into the forest with no assurance. It just beckoned one to explore the towering depths of the collective grey hue. The air was still, unusually still. Had the peace arrived or was it just a lull before another storm? The wondering mind wandered into a relentless dilemma of whether it was destruction everywhere? Or was it a metamorphosis of a dynamic nature? Or was it a promise of a new life?

Was it the karma of the birds whose nests had blown away and their eggs cruelly broken on the hard ground? The birds busied themselves in making new nests with little concern while feasting on insects that had come out inspecting. A detached flight over the trees to gather twigs again. They travel light for their possessions can be easily be put back again. Their attachments are none. They lived for need and not greed. How fortunate!! God gave them little sense, their little bird brain can’t fathom the suffering.

A few houses had their roofing blown away. The people wailed in utter despair. How their world had shaken and brought them to their knees. Some cries were deserved and most needless. The people are higher beings with a greater developed mind to experience suffering. Is the mind a blessing or a curse? The same mind overtly happy and sad in an endless flurry of sense affliction. Like a pendulum, never settling to a peaceful rest.

The towering trees watched detachedly over the strewn nature. Unconcerned river flowed ceaselessly washing away the debris far away from the forest like a dutiful wife. Not questioning or taking the credit for the work it did. The wind stood still in attention for almighty’s further orders. The drama of creation unfolds in a planned pattern of chaos ready to act in accordance of its inhabitants’ karma.

While the humans wailed for their loss in the distance a squirrel had found a treat of nuts blown away from eternity. A calf shielded under his mother’s udders peeped out in anticipation. Children played on the streets nonchalantly. Dogs barked for no reason of their own. It is going to be another day gone while the sun sinks in an orange hue.

Nothing matters really. Just witness. It is a drama being played on our consciousness. God’s variation is unceasing, creative and yet detached. He says "this too shall pass"...