The sun was shining bright; the cuckoo bird was singing with all its glory, hidden in the tree top. A breeze flowed, gently swaying the leaves. She was sitting on the reclining chair in the garden and enjoying a lazy day. Curled up on the chair, with the books lying forgotten near her, she was as content as a cat after a nap. A lazy unknowing smile stretched across her face, showing her contentment. Someone who would have seen her from the road across, would have been influenced with the smile.
Laying back, she suppressed an inadvertent yawn, stretched and looked up at the sun shining bright. She appeared to be in a mind of challenging the sun to a dual of 'stare'. Sun on its part appeared to be of an indulgent temperament, helping her win with a drifting cloud covering it for a moment, a moment which allowed her to win.
Beaming, she shifted her gaze to the drama unfolding on the garden. Taking her to be part of the verdure, the squirrels had ventured down from the tree tops in search of food morsels, which we as humans often discard as superfluous. They were playing a game of 'catch me' with each other chasing each other from a tree to another. The trees stood majestically looking down with benevolence at macrocosm of which they were a significant part.
She seemed to have floated out of her body and felt she had become one with the cosmos. She became part of the game of 'chase me' the squirrels played. She flew to the tree-top and became one with the cuckoo bird. Soaring higher she became the cloud which covered the sun. Letting herself flow on the waves of the air, she became the breeze, gently swaying the leaves.
She was one with the past when the earth had been borne out of the cosmos. She was one with the future where earth was at its epitome. She became the present when she was intimate with the infinite universe.
She felt the pain of the ant that was squished under the foot of an unaware human, which would never go back to its working brethren She felt the sadness of the bird which had lost its nest when the tree was cut down. She felt the small body of the bird filling with heart rending anguish.
Leaving the sadness, she moved on, floating away to the sea-shore, the shore where the washed up sea-shells whispered tales untold to her. She felt at peace, a joy so pure which made her feel that her heart would burst.
Her eyes flew open, saw her-self entrapped in the human body. She closed her eyes again, willing herself to the escape from the reality of physical form, except now she was just another human, unseeing, unknowing of the bounties of nature.
Laying back, she suppressed an inadvertent yawn, stretched and looked up at the sun shining bright. She appeared to be in a mind of challenging the sun to a dual of 'stare'. Sun on its part appeared to be of an indulgent temperament, helping her win with a drifting cloud covering it for a moment, a moment which allowed her to win.
Beaming, she shifted her gaze to the drama unfolding on the garden. Taking her to be part of the verdure, the squirrels had ventured down from the tree tops in search of food morsels, which we as humans often discard as superfluous. They were playing a game of 'catch me' with each other chasing each other from a tree to another. The trees stood majestically looking down with benevolence at macrocosm of which they were a significant part.
She seemed to have floated out of her body and felt she had become one with the cosmos. She became part of the game of 'chase me' the squirrels played. She flew to the tree-top and became one with the cuckoo bird. Soaring higher she became the cloud which covered the sun. Letting herself flow on the waves of the air, she became the breeze, gently swaying the leaves.
She was one with the past when the earth had been borne out of the cosmos. She was one with the future where earth was at its epitome. She became the present when she was intimate with the infinite universe.
She felt the pain of the ant that was squished under the foot of an unaware human, which would never go back to its working brethren She felt the sadness of the bird which had lost its nest when the tree was cut down. She felt the small body of the bird filling with heart rending anguish.
Leaving the sadness, she moved on, floating away to the sea-shore, the shore where the washed up sea-shells whispered tales untold to her. She felt at peace, a joy so pure which made her feel that her heart would burst.
Her eyes flew open, saw her-self entrapped in the human body. She closed her eyes again, willing herself to the escape from the reality of physical form, except now she was just another human, unseeing, unknowing of the bounties of nature.
