Accept what is and forget what was

''I thought that my voyage had come to it's end at the last limit of my power,-that the path before me was closed, that provisions were exhausted and the time come to take shelter in a silent obscurity.

But I find that thy will knows no end in me. And when old words die out on the tongue, new melodies break forth from the heart; and where the old tracks are lost, new country is revealed with its wonders.''  Rabindranath Tagore

  

i often question myself if anyone ever thinks it this way. That the apparently seeming most unimportant/ unworthy also has a prime place in the scheme of what constitutes the entire universe and it's working. For every discernible wee bit that looks ugly and gnarled, weathered and broken and in dire need of fixing and also those which cannot be seen or won't even be acknowledged has some unique purpose.
We tend to stand and admire and applaud what appears before us full of pageantry and brilliance and not after the world has proclaimed an artist as great who painted the wilted and shriveled flowers do we admire the beauty or purpose of what is on it's way out.

i had been contemplating of tidying the area by removing all the dried up branches of once upon a time a profusely flowering shrub of Butterfly pea (Clitoria ternatea). Commonly called Aparajita in my own mother tongue. Thoughts and feelings creating a mess of it's own and if those labyrinthine thoughts/feelings could be painted it would look as messy and in dire need of a spring clean up. Anger building into rage at the sheer callousness, frustration at my own capabilities/ , helplessness about a lack of resources and last but not the very least the mourning and pining for what is lost.

The universe works in mysterious ways to bring solace to the troubled soul. For me this time as cute fluffs of hopping greens and whites, painting the dead grey and browns with a glow of what can be compared to the blinking fairy lights.
Also because i was blessed to be in the right place at the right time with a few borrowed words from Guru Rabindranath Tagore.