Perennial Willow

The Willow had been there ever since I came to senses, it endured so much & yet never bulged or buckled. It stood tall & strong as a pillar from time immemorial. It withstood the wrath wreaked by nature’s fury & the atrocities of the Homo sapiens alike with a grin.

One day while it was peaceful around, with no noises, neither from my inside nor my outside. I overheard the Willow talking to someone. I was wondering if the willow was talking to itself. So I concentrated on, what was being said and done.

Voices came “Hey, Willow how do you bear Scorch of the Sun, the Drench of the Rain, the Drift of the Wind and deflowering in autumn and the Withering in winters? How come you bear the brunt of each season with grit & gumption & yet look so fresh and Youthful? What’s your secrecy of liveliness effervescence?”

The Willow grinned with a brow raised. Willow said “Experiences are either good or bad, mighty or small. You may go through glorifying or agonizing circumstances, some so dominant, penetrating your basic level of existence, consciousness, and well being. It may shatter you completely, but it isn’t capable enough to wipe you off the face of earth. Even after a severe battering & shattering you will come to terms with the hitches & stand tall one day glorious & victorious. That is the secret of my perennial being & eternal solace. Pain only elevates thyself & thy’s soul to Higher Consciousness, energizing the withered & lifeless self with a fresh lease of life.”

Taking the conversation forward, the Willow whispered a Humble Prayer in the Ears of the agonized, perplexed & confused soul. The Prayer was like a magic wand giving immediate relief to the pained & sorrowful soul. Having acquired the requisite blessing from the perennial willow, the soul retaliated by thanking the willow with words of praise & virtuosity. The Soul said “A consciousness prevails in me now, subtle, raw, unrealized, un-Evolved but strong and manifest.”

The Soul had knowledge of the secret of the willow’s, perennial being. The soul bowed down & chanted the words to the supreme, Lord Shiva. Soul sought to imbibe the Shiva Consciousness in itself that resides in every soul alike, but dormant & weak, with the accumulation of the dust & soot. The Soul bowed to the giver of the cosmic energy & quintessential substances for its existence.

Just like the flow of the water over a Parched and brittle piece of land can spring up life around it. From Raising Civilizations to razing civilizations, everything changes, except for the flow of water that stays perennial. Similarly the shower of strength & wisdom can flower a dead soul to life. Whole new breed of feelings (positive) will transcend, eccentric to it. Rest all will be a a phase repetitive, except for the perennial soul. Water & The Lord the only constant, giver & flourisher of life.

The Soul prayer everyday thereon, to give itself, strength of character & of material nature. This positive flow of energy let the soul be in complete control of the circumstances, both mighty or small. The soul steered itself towards enlightenment & the ultimate prowess. All its experiences, thoughtfulness, emotions, thoughts, pains, agonies and feelings, worked together in sync to help the soul attain enlightenment and unimaginable strength. Love & Feelings no more made it weak & bleak. Nothing was forceful enough to lurch it to darkness & disillusionment. The soul now only yearned for Illumination. The Pain, the Agony, the Grief even at its hilt or a hundred megaton forceful might, wouldn’t be able to shake it up. No flood would ever destroy it like it destroys the fertile land.

The soul now understood that Lord is the giver of Life and Rejuvenation to all the Plants after autumn and winters. Soul sough rejuvenation for itself the same way, & also prayer to absolve it of all Pain, Agonies and Rancor. The soul was now full of vigor, strength & a zeal for a fruitful life. It was evolving & making a complete sense of its well being & existence.
And then the blue necked trident holder, from the Himalayas touched the agonized Soul blessing it & turning it into a Perennial Brook, which flowed till Eternity.
Neeru {{nrkaul@yahoo.co.uk))