Child's Play

The smell is the first thing I sense.. A wonderful, rich, beautiful smell that fills my heart with joy.. A smell that intoxicates and makes you stop whatever you are doing and just fill your lungs with that magical essence..

Then I hear it.. My heart thumps with excitement.. The grandeur of that sound has created gods, and its power has made many a proud men quiver with fear..

The sight! The most expansive and terrifying of all of God’s manifestations.. Instantaneous apparitions that strike at the heart of every soul who sees it.. Flashes that remind us of the existence of powers far beyond our own..

Then comes the phenomenon itself.. Rain they call it.. I say its an opportunity to immerse ourselves is the wonder that is Nature.. The mother calls out to us “Come! Cleanse yourselves in me! I am the River, I am the Sea!! I have come for you, my child. Embrace me!”.. The mother calls, I answer..

I dissolve in every drop that i touch.. I return myself to the world a thousand times over..  My sorrows disappear; my happiness plays to its hearts content.. A calmness drapes my being and I am a mere child who knows nothing of the secrets of the universe, except that he is in it, and it is within him..

All that is there, standing drenched in the rain, is just that child playing with his mother – the mother that created him and his world, the mother that gave him trees to climb on and lakes to swim in, the mother who he truly belongs to and of whom he is a part..

What a performance the elements put up! Oh the wonder! The heavens and the sun provide amusement playing hide-and-seek and creating the most lovely images on the blue canvas of the sky! The music of the wind punctuated by the claps of thunder and supported by the pitter-patter of falling droplets.. The Bolts of lightning tearing the sky apart; Photographing the joyous moments of a child in his mother’s arms!

The world stands by and watches, knowing from its vast experience that what happens will last while it does, and like all good things, must reach a conclusion..

The child smirks as the mother bids adieu.. He is not sad, he does not worry over her departure.. He knows, even if she leaves, her presence is all around him in the breeze through the trees; in the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the night..

He knows, more than anything, that she will be back.. and when she does, the child will be there.. Waiting for her.. Eager to play.. Eager to be in her loving hands again.. To play till he forgets himself and is enveloped by the universe he belongs to..

He smiles and He waits..