The Croakings of an Old Toad -- 2

 

As Joe, the simple, but true to himself, countryside blacksmith tells Pip, the gentleman in making due to a sudden arrival of fortune, and hence under the weight of great expectations in Dickens’ masterpiece Great Expectations:

‘...life is made of ever so many partings welded together...’

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A little light of truth and one’s soul blooms up like a spring flower! I stare at new blossoms for many minutes. It gives inspiration to stay positive and smile more.

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Joe, the true-to-himself countryside blacksmith in Great Expectations ‘did his duty in his way of life, and with a strong hand, a quiet tongue, and a gentle heart.’

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Through the harshest phase of the winters, it was a sickly plant, subdued like an old man having aggravated bronchial problems. Then the healer comes in vibrant colours. Father sun sows the seeds of spring around. The plant feels well and says, ‘I'm ok now!’ This little bud is the title of its wellness. Happy spring, little flower!

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Some more weekend gifts to my very own dear self! Some books, what else! Shower yourself with self-love! Rest of the issues are mere offshoots of the same.

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It’s the Valentine Day. The full-blossomed rose has mother night still kissing her petals through many dewdrops. Young lass and her dewy jewellery! It seems to say: ‘A bright, happy and joyful Valentine day to everyone! Love you all!’

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When we talk of this existence as an infinite entity, there has to be some illusionary element in its pattern. Only something dreamy, illusionary has the probability of spreading its spectrum in infinite ways. A specific entity cannot be explained in terms of infinity. Infinity is possible only when we include some illusionary elements in our estimation of the ultimate.

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I have seen many people who are good by instinct. Then there are many who at least try to be good after carefully measuring things on the scale of good and bad. The former are a bit more evolved on the basis of past karmas. The latter are a work in process. Everyone around is simply a work in process, a phenomenon.

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A rose in the garden has blossomed almost perfectly. It looks welcoming the entire cosmos, opening its scented petals with a welcoming embrace. This is what we call full flowering. Blossoming so much, opening its petals with such joy that disintegration and decay turns a mere soothing further step in one’s blossoming, in being alive. Once you open up fully, bloom totally and live completely, the scattering and disintegration turn meaningless. To be completely alive is beyond the duality of being and non-being. So blossom fully and live completely to perfection. Painless disintegration is possible only when you have used up all life force in blossoming full. It happens when you welcome life with the widest bear hug. This is expansion. Then a playful tug of the gentle air will aid in further expansion. Like the petals of this perfectly blooming rose fly with majestic ease. A drizzle of ecstasy will occur. The petals will fly away to be a bigger part of a larger dimension. The smile doesn’t die. It acquires a broader plane.