a beautiful message
Sunday, September 24, 2006
♥ Sunday, September 24, 2006
18 mins and 14 secs. Finally, hit the 18 min mark.
Forget yesterday's emotional flurry. Let's colour the world today.
Consider the aethetic value of nature, how each tiny seed has the potential to burst into life, how destiny's already encased beneath that quiet, serene, harmless shell.
Consider too, that the grandeur of the rainforest, of Yosemite Park (if i may cite an example of which i've experienced first hand), the orchard, right down to a patch of grass..came from something pretty similar in nature...small, docile, even questionable. So imagine, something all similar in essence, exploding into multiple variations that seems interwoven as one gigantic portrait.
The Sea. The movement of the tides, the unrelenting and courageous waves..began from one tiny ruckus among the oceans,which swelled beneath each other, to form a force that create the glacier effect of valleys. What are valleys? The signs that the ocean had passed by. The symbols of time, and the marvels of eternity.
The sea retreats, bringing back the sand it brought to shore. It retreats into oblivion. That oblivion is where earth and sky join, the magnificence of connection. For its at that similar connection, where the sun dictates night and day to men.
Men. Men who look at the skies for God, and the earth for harvest. Men who fear the guilt of night, and rejoice at the certainty of day. What is the sea to men? The sea is where Men experience themselves. It could be the sea life, it could even be the sea's organic ability to drive men's heart to truth: heroism, adventure, courage, faith, or it could be just the calm waters that men realises where his heart needs to be.
The heart. The core that pulsates with activity. The one and only thing men is made accountable for. His heart. What is the value of nature, or the wondrous creations of mountains , or the unpredictable, phenomenal weather, without the heart? Its the heart that gives life. And life, the heart gives to all. An infant recognizes a stranger as his mother, a child who begins understanding what it means to be a friend, a teenager with his first crush, an adult with his love, and a father with a family..that's heart. That's the pulse, the seed that begins similarly and ordinarily, but blooms to be that smiling sunflower.
Disillusionment, unmet expectations, wounds, betrayal, denial has made a world into a desert, no? A shoot that tries to rise out of the conventional, and explore its potentials eventually withers from the blazing critics, and the dehydrating loneliness. Eventually, what will men be? To survive the torment of the desert scourge? Cactuses. Hard, callused, thorny, cactuses. Yes, men will survive as they only know how to. But, is that survival? Is that even life?
Cactuses tell us one thing.See, their roots grow deep down to tap into one common water font. Perhaps, if men can go deep into themselves, they might see that we who began the same, are essentially similar too. It is our heart that presents to us the greatest oasis..the source of inspiration and aspiration, of courage and power, of beauty and intelligence, of hope and of love.
It is a gift really. Life. Its like as if choice was in fact a seed. With the potential to burst into such beauty, or to rain down such chaos. Fundamentally, its all the same..but that comes in the appearance of different situations and scenarios. The world is a combination of choices. Men's world is a combination of choices, which makes it remarkable, because everything lies in the realm of possibility! And all one needs to do is choose.
Our world is that platform. The platform for creation. God's annals of eternity begins with you planting your seed: would it be one that sprout hate, or anger? Or would it bring peace and faith.
From the highest heavens to the deepest depth of the oceans, there is one voice, one tune, one common overture that we all sing..and played by the divine intrument of love, that will resonate through the ages..that men many generations down will hear and marvel at.
You know it if you know what's sacrifice, you feel it when you perhaps read about terry fox, you see it in those who battle cancer, and you relish in it, when you an infant holding firmly to the thumb of his parent.
Thats the human spirit.
And by God, thats what colours the world.
18 mins 14 sec. I coloured my world today.
