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…love for Nature, Beauty, Truth, Freedom and the underlying Oneness of all beings

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Hi! If you continue to read till the end it is the beauty, the colors and the tenderness which the mother-nature had endowed me with that prompts you to do so. I think. And I think I am right! Because I believe that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. If you think I am right then I have a story to share with you and you might like to share it with others who you think might benefit from it. But, before the story I want to say something about the beauty which as the beholder you have in your eye; the beauty that caused your exhilaration at my beauty – it is nothing but the quality that makes you love Nature, Beauty, Truth, Freedom and the underlying Oneness of all beings. I know, because that quality is what gave me the beauty that flowed from your eyes through your mind into your fingers moving them to make that click. Now the story –
My life started as a cater pillar, an ugly and fat cater pillar whose sole occupation was to eat, eat and eat more. I was always in a hurry to eat, to gobble up whichever tender leaf or delicate flower that my eyes fell on. I was consumed by an eagerness to consume everything. I never knew that things have feelings and that those feelings make an impact on us. But, that was until in a fateful moment, a moment in which my mind, almost by accident, registered a flower’s frightful shudder at my sight. That was when I, for the first time in my life, had a thought. I can even say that it was the first time I sensed there was something called “I” in me. From that moment on, Thinking started in me and I started to BE. Being caused an aspiration in me for BEEing. Yes, you heard it right. I coined this word Beeing. It means my endeavor to be like a honey bee. My yearning to adopt a honey bee’s way of living lead to the metamorphosis that transformed an ugly, greedy cater pillar into a butterfly.
As I said, I learnt thinking, about myself as well as others, when I first saw a flower’s feelings as I was devouring it. Yes, I devoured it in spite of an uneasy feeling welling up within my heart. Today I call it guilty conscience. But then I couldn’t help eating up that tiny, fragrant flower as eating was the goal as well as the means of my existence. I came to know much later that the kind of existence I lived had taken up many forms. Ego-centrism, narcissism, materialism, chauvinism, etc. at individual level and racism, fascism, imperialism, expansionism, fanaticism, etc. at a collective level. I also understand that these ’isms’ are causing much destruction, violence, war and environmental disasters to the detriment of earthlings including my friend Honey Bee and I. Yes, we are threatened, our populations are getting isolated and going locally extinct. Am I digressing?  Okay.  The spark of guilty conscience that a flower’s disgust caused in me gradually grew into a roaring fire stoked up by the death cries of a thousand flowers. It burnt me from within until I could feel the flowers’ pain from without. And that’s when I happened to see the inspirer of my metamorphosis, the Honey Bee. I saw him, or rather her? No, It’s neither. Honey Bee is just It and is largely free of all kinds of ego, even that associated with gender. Honey Bee’s is the true being. It never hurts a flower while collecting nectar and repays the flower’s favor by spreading its pollen. It has a formidable weapon but uses it only in self-defense. Its life is spent in building and supporting its society. Its livelihood? Perfect model of non-violent symbiosis. A Flower fails to tremble in disgust at the sight of a Honey Bee. Rather, it laughs beautifully, and in ecstasy, as the bee carries its pollen, knowing that the purpose of its life is fulfilled.
Why can’t I be a Bee? Why this life of predation? What for is this parasitic existence?
I wanted a meaning for my life, a purpose for living. And I yearned for it so powerfully that I wept, I prayed and I tugged at the feet of that invisible primal power that brought me into ‘this’ all-consuming existence. Then I imprisoned myself in my own cocoon lest I feel tempted again to re-embark on my destructive career. Made a final and quiet promise to myself that I would either turn into a bee-like being or I return whence I came. I don’t know what happened thereafter but I opened my eyes to see a new “I”. Mother Nature turned me into a BEEing bestowing on me all the colors and the delicacy of the flowers that I once ate. Now I do everything like a bee does. Well, almost. I am happy. More than that nobody, including myself, hates me. I am no longer a all-consuming, shall I say, desire-fulfilling machine. I have a purpose, Live Beautifully and Let other beautiful things Live.
Did I go through a state of Samadhi like an Indian sage? Did I attain to a state of Nirvana of a Buddha?  Or was I swept away by the flow of Universal Love that flooded the heart of a Jesus? I don’t know. I don’t need to know. All that I know and experienced was a sense of unity with the entire universe, a touch of the invisible thread that binds all beings. I think that feel is what manifests as the beauty, the colors, the tenderness and the freedom that you see in my form, in my movements and in my way of living. And that’s what resonates in you as your love for Nature, Beauty, Truth, Harmony Freedom and the underlying Oneness of all beings. Now, please do not think that this story is meant to benefit you in anyway because you already have it, the Universal Love, in you that prompted you to click on my picture. This story is for those who are yet to touch the invisible chord within that plays the music of Universal Love. Just spread it !!!

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