The sun had started to go down in the sky.Sweeping past the river, my eyes fell on the water. A part of the river war simmering with the glow of the yet to set sun. It looked as if thousands of golden birds were flapping their wings at the same time, at the same place, but going nowhere.I was looking at the beautiful scenery around us , the magic of nature. We can be close to God's beautiful creations that lie scattered around us. And we just run after too many things to even take a glance them. one can be one with such blissful moments only when we are free. Who is God after all.
Nature tells us that there is some one who is there, who looks down at us. And our faith in him make him what he is ans gives solace to grieving or lonely hearts. We do suffer at some or the other time, whatever may be the reasons,sometimes our grief lasts a life time because we go too into our conscious and feel that this is what we had looked for, our whole life. But bonds snap band we never find substitutes for those things. Sometimes we compromise and move ahead, but the loss lingers, because we don't find so close reflections of our consciousness anywhere else. Eating, sleeping, working, befriending, sharing are all part of life's reality, but there is a reality greater than this visible world where we do desperately want to connect with a higher being,but the same existence keeps us apart from it. And we have only one life. Some of us are cowards , afraid for our skin, our images before others. we are afraid to go deep into our conscious and create miracles. What do we really look for? We never get that contentment. Because this world's reality is something else, not what that meets our eye. The soul is above the mind and matter. The day we understand it, we will know the truth, and the truth will make us free. The journey is arduous, only a few can complete it .
