The book of easy codes

 

Full riot of life and colors embraced by spring flowers. Then in boiling summers, the flowers wilt, as if fighting to keep the memories of spring away. The dying petals seem struggling to get a whiff of long-forgotten smells. The force of disintegration meanwhile eroding big chunks of whatever is still present, the faded smile and feeble scent.

The dying flowers struggling, still hoping to build a bridge that would allow them to come to terms with this seemingly tragic transformation—spring’s luxuriant kiss to summer’s sun-burnt lips.

It looks the flowers died; but they changed to seeds. The dry, crumbling specks, wispy and hairy, will be scattered by the wind. And a tiny hairy speck of seed, carrying the entire code of flowery luxuriance, flows and flies and lands at some place to again blossom one fine day in another lovely spring.

‘Where is death in this?’ I wonder. Brothers, life is crammed with symbolism of the eternal truth. It’s a book of very easy codes. To read them we don’t need sophistication of mind; we simply need simplicity of heart. It’s a very lovely exercise to try to learn and read nature’s book of symbolism.