The Realisation

I was not too sure of writing this post for the reason of intimacy of the experience or perhaps the lack of words to express it. But something in me prompted me to go ahead on the spur of the moment and here I am trying my best to do justice to it. The life in the city gets on to me and lately I have realised I am immensely in love with nature. To me nature nurtures and heals like nothing else. If feminity is attributed to nature I can understand why.

Since last year I have had the fortune to travel to diverse natural locales around my country. It has opened the channels of connecting with myself as never before. From visiting the snow capped mountains to the intense green carpets I have journeyed in the lap of God to say the least. And I realise this thirst is not to die soon. Or should I say it has only been intensified. I pray that nature summons me more often to rest in its infinitely beautiful lap to catch a few moments of self realisation.

Each time I travelled I saw beauty as the state of my mind permitted me to. Though the state would alter to its most natural possible state at the time. I guess I understand Alchemy in that sense. Experientially its not impossible to achieve. Not that you do it, it happens! I realised each visit helped me to dive deeper into my core. The seemingly endless intervals between my journeys were only preparing me to dive deeper each time, unknowingly of course.

My most recent trip was over a weekend. It was not meant to be adventurous or exciting in anyway except an awaited chance to appreciate the beauty of its surrounding from the back of a horse. I started with the maniac buzz of the city in my mind. The momentum was in its full galore until I reached the place. As the minutes passed into hours I realised that the soothing calm of the nature had started the process of alchemy on my mind. The city with its manic expressions was beginning to loose its ground. I watched it like a cynical  spectator wondering if it could ever be subdued given its almost permanent residency in my mind. But who was I to interfere! I was only a spectator with an imaginary tub of popcorn in my hand. I continued my with new routine with nature allowing it to take me over as it deemed fit. As the day ended and the night arrived the nature plunged me into my deepest moments of relaxation with its most gentle nudge I had ever experienced in my life. Those are the moments of perfect synchronicity and silence. Not of vacuum, in a negative sense but a certain completeness. Nature simply mirrors itself .I do not have the right words to express anything more than I have and strangely  I don't  feel inadequate at my lack of skill in expressing it. But I know in my heart I have already connected with everyone who have experienced those moments anytime anywhere.

My experiences away from the concrete have ironically left me high and dry. Not sure yet if I should be thankful to the nature for these timeless glimpses or complain for making me more restless in the artificial jungle. I can say one thing, the prints of man on a perfectly manicured landscape have no potential against the wilderness, just as a perfect plastic rose has none against a real one with all its imperfections and thorns. We are only a reflection of Its vast presence.  We exist because It does.