In the garden is a sign
“Do not Pluck the Blossoms “
But the Wind it cannot read
Old Japanese saying
Breeze or wind
Storm or hurricane or even
Twisting tornados in varying
degrees
They rush through our lives
Emotions
Blind to their effects
Plucking flowers of Nature
Which is always good
Blinded by distant lightning
Deafened by roaring thunder
We fail to heed the gentle
patter
Of those little drops
Incessantly tapping on
The panes of our conscious
Seeking moments of refuge
In the warmth of our reason
If taken in, they will
irrigate
Our Inherent nature
To
bring forth
Flowers of well being
In the aftermath
Heightened feelings recede
Leaving numbness and dread
Of the consequences
Actions dictated by emotion
Not watered down with reason
Forcing us to wander
wondering
Seeking to answer the
question
WHERE ARE MY BLOSSOMS ?
We have the right to ask
We have the duty to seek
The answer is not around
It is within
Heed not the elements
The breath taking son-et-lumiere
Natures distractions, but
Look within – the answer is there
Vikaas Nafde “ Emoticons of a
Rambling Life “
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