For nature beats in perfect tune,
And rounds with rhyme her every rune,
Whether she work in land or sea,
Or hide underground her alchemy.
Thou canst not wave thy staff in air,
Or dip thy paddle in the lake,
But it carves the bow of beauty there,
And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake. – Ralph Waldo Emerson. (Woonotes)
You were born together, and together you shall be forever more.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. – Khalil Gibran (Prophet)
Its strange, isnt it. Life is about moments.
One moment there is nothing, as if there is bright sun shining in the sky, soft breeze blowing across the lush green garden grass, grasshoppers playing around while the cuckoos coo and the pigeons flutter, while the squirrels run about gathering nuts and the butterfly flies with its wings flapping profusely, immaculately in the rhythm of nature.
The other moment, that very butterfly giving away its effect, life runs into chaos; there is rain, though its the most wonderful shower of nature’s love one would ever see; there is a peacock dancing and the birds rushing every direction to their homes, that too if i believe would be to discover the naked, blatant nature; the breeze turning into strong winds and blazing gush of that monstrous mouth, but isnt that power the one that makes us breath?
However absurd the above piece may seem to you, it does really remark the difference in moments in life, from eventless and boring to exciting; from lonely to having the best companion; from loss to win and from death to life.
LIFE IS ABOUT MOMENTS!! But also, it is the discovery of those moments, which isnt possible unless we live it full.