Not early morning wind,
Not this fading fog,
Not a wandering Nilgai,
Or a lone eagle up in the sky.
Not the glittering warm sun,
Not this yellow-wattled lapwing,
Not this rustle of dry leaves,
Or a distant Gurbani from some Gurdwara.
Not this invisible bird call,
Not this whispering water from a Tubewell,
Not the rude squeak of a passing bicycle,
Or a rumble of a plane high above,
But this brilliant bright bush catches my attention today.
Wind is at peace & ravens are cawing loudly. There is a white breasted kingfisher sitting on a young banana leaf making it sway gently, few young peacocks are lazily strolling on my drive. I can count 7 of them from where I stand. A gentle sunlight makes the whole garden shine after many foggy days but soon again is covered by these dull cold grey skies. I keep walking with a smile thinking of the momentary sunshine in my otherwise cloudy life.
Thanks WaheGuru for sunshine in winters & shade & rain in summers as I am content in your grace. I will not crib that it’s cold but I will rejoice for that few minutes of warmth. I will not look at the grey skies but I will look at the shining leaves. I will try to be more alive like this white throat which is always alive with its bubbling, liquid voice in all weather.
Life is a question whose answer is within us but when we lack that clarity do take a walk in any garden near you & mother nature will surely guide you. Just look around with a clear heart if not clear mind.
