Idyllic Thoughts

I hate bonsai trees. They are great to look at. A whole tree in a tiny pot. Looks like a classical case of 'Honey I shrunk the kids.'  I hate growing bonsai because it's where we humans exercise our domination over other living beings and shape them to our fancy. It is just like a sculptor shaping a crude stone into a 'beautiful' sculpture. Does the plant want to become a bonsai? Does the stone want to become a sculpture and look beautiful to man? Don't you think it is cruelty? How would we humans like it if someone stronger than us diminish our size and shape us according to their whims and fancies? Do you want to be free or look beautiful to the world?

Osho, you were wrong. You said we should always be aware of the present. We should be fully aware of the work at hand, even if it's a simple one as breathing.  No. If we try to constantly remain aware of our present, we will lose our dreamy state, and thus creativity. It's only when we dream that we can create, imagine. Nothing new will be born without dreams. Not even ideas.

Riding on the dream's wagon, I passed my childhood. I was a big dreamer. I lived in my own little world where fairies existed, adventures came searching for me and I was the heroine who won always. Now I know that all kids dream like I did. Anyway it was fun and took my mind from the outside world which seemed an alien planet to my mind. I never could mingle with anybody else, bar a few, because my beliefs were different. My aims and aspirations were different. Now I wonder if I should have atleast tried.

Grey skies and muddied waters. The beach was sad and the sky cried. Waves tried to run but were pulled back into the ocean. They even tried to hug the sun's peeping reflection on the sand. Froth lined the shores. Rainy season brings out the worst in the ocean. It gets depressed, angry and quite moody. It tries to scare away uninvited guests. It hides its fishes from fishermen. Acts like a child. But it has an admirer in me; for, I love the sea.

Norfolk Pine tree soaking up the rain delightedly in our garden

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