Let us make a journey into your heart space.
When you close your eyes,
You will find yourself in front of an old abandoned house.
This house can be your childhood house,
A memory,
A place you've lived in,
Or maybe a representation of an event or a stretch of time in your life.
Your heart knows what it wants to communicate.
Trust it.
Close your eyes.
Let us start.
Spend some time here,
Looking at this house,
Looking at its condition,
Looking at the items you see lying around,
What was once forgotten,
Abandoned,
Rejected.
Once you are done with your little walk down memory lane,
You step out of the house and you turn back to walk away.
But before you leave,
You notice that there is dense vegetation that has grown around this entire house.
There are trees in the courtyard and plants in every nook and cranny.
Even if the wall is dilapidated and breaking down,
There is a beautiful vine growing right in those cracks.
You are surprised.
How are these plants and trees still thriving?
How are these trees still bearing fruit and flowers?
Nobody looks after them despite the abandonment,
The neglect.
How are they still finding nourishment?
How is beauty existing without acknowledgement or attention or praise?
You walk up to this one particular tree.
It is radiant,
Beautiful,
Full of white flowers.
You ask,
Who looks after you,
O ancient wise being?
How are you still finding the strength to survive and thrive?
What is the source of your beauty,
Your joy,
Your continuity?
And the wise ancient one decides to answer.
There is a gardener,
A divine gardener,
One who looks after everyone.
Even in old,
Forgotten,
Dilapidated houses,
He makes sure that the vegetation thrives.
Even in old,
Forgotten,
Dilapidated hearts,
He makes sure that joy and playfulness still survive.
He is the one who preserves and sustains you,
Me,
All of us.
Spend a few moments just looking back at your life,
The situations,
This house that you just explored,
And see if you can find this common thread,
This layer of protection,
Preservation,
Even in your deepest,
Darkest,
Lowest moments.
Whether you sense him or not,
The invisible gardener has always been there.
He has always been at work,
Preserving,
Sustaining,
And ensuring continuity.
And now,
With deep gratitude in our hearts,
We come back.
You may now open your eyes.
