Golden Mountains and White Lotus πŸŒΏ

The Lotus invade my psyche… I dream about them in silent ponds, going about their business of blooming. I see the colour of water change around them in my minds eye… It completes my joy in the process of art making.

I ease out each leaf from the background and make them cluster around like friends. From their midst I make a Lotus rise, like a queen, regal and brilliant.

Art becomes more than just an act of applying colours… For a short period of time I play the role of a creator, in the limited universe of my canvas… πŸ’•

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The Lost Lotus Pond…Β 

We were driving from Dehradun to Delhi. On the way, behind some trees lay a stagnant pool of water with the most stunning Lotus in it!

I wanted the car to be stopped, but the traffic was horrendous. It was a narrow highway and suddenly applying the brakes would be foolhardy. “On our way back…” the driver promised.

I made mental notes on landmarks closest to the pond. Which village was before it, which one after. What was the formation of the trees behind which it lay…

After some days in Delhi, we headed back. I had only one agenda… To find the pond well in time for the driver to give his indicator and for us to get off the road safely.

It’s been years since then. We never found my pond… In my minds eye, it never disappeared. It keeps coming back every once in a while. The color of the Lotus change, according to my preference, but the pond?

It’s always there.

😊

Lotus LoveΒ 

A little patch of heaven

Moved
From the pond
Right
Into my heart… πŸ’–

I wonder sometimes about the pull the Lotus exerts on me.

Other than the oft recounted story of its life… Blooming in stagnant pools, rising above it in all its pristine beauty and perfect glory. I find deep in the Lotus the perfect analogy of life. Each opening petal reveals a bit more of the radiant core…

As we unclench our fist to let go of what we are clutching and hanging on to so tightly, we learn the biggest lesson of life… Unburden….release…realise… That our flowering depends upon how many petals of our being we are willing to open…

To hold on to neither the past nor the future… Those were let go of, one opening petal at a time…. 🌼😊

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