Friday, September 22, 2017

Awakening

Awakening from a dream called Life.

Most days,we move on auto pilot,from waking up,getting ready for school or work,carrying out our responsibilities,fulfilling expectations of others on us as a child,worker,parent,a citizen until one day Life gives us a rude awakening as a certain health crisis that threatens to immobilize us or a sudden accident or crime or divorce that destroys our sense of security and makes us reexamine our priorities in life.
   As midlife existential angst make some people do out of the usual thing like buy a new sports car to revive long forgotten dreams ,get into an affair or sell off their businesses to pursue childhood passions,these moments make us reflect on who we are and what is the meaning of Life.       
Some have found love beyond the physical attachment but in their passion for their cause be it for the environment,
the fulfillment of their dreams,the love for animals,other human beings

There is a law in nature that for every action,there will be a reaction.


That which you practise grows -when seeds of hate are sown,we reap the garden of hatred,
when seeds of kindness are sown ,it blossoms into the garden of love. 

Today as  I was walking past the street,I came across the wise sayings pasted outside a florist shop.It was like what I was reflecting on in listening till the wee hours of the morning to Jamyang Khentse Norbu's talk at University Of  New South Wales on the buddhist path to seek within and not without.
I felt a sense of serendepity when I saw the words plastered outside.Seek and You shall find.

Love is not a matter of counting the years but making that year count....

Sometimes we let affection..go..unspoken.
sometimes we let our love..go..unexpressed..
sometimes we can't find words...to tell..our feelings
especially towards....someone we love most!

You may only be one person to the world
but you are the world to one person.......

Inside the shop were two artificial blooms of white orchids

outside on the glass window the words

Where there is love,there is Life   Gandhi

I must go back to find out who the proprietor of that florist shop is . 


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