THE BEE TOLD ME HE "'AINT GON' BE JUDGED"

            As I set the microwave to heat up a soothing cup of green tea for exactly the next two and a half minutes, I tilted my focus to the landscape beyond the grated kitchen windows to take in the majesty and splendor of midday, noting in irony, the stark contrast between my world of 'books and boredom', and the world of freedom that flourished outside. "Hmm..," I thought, as if to dismiss the senseless thought.
 

            And, just when I was turning in impatience to confirm how much longer I was to wait for the 'brewing' cup of green tea, I chanced upon the sight of a proverbially 'busy' bee, buzzing away with not a care in its mind (if it has one), and was, just then, simply awe-struck at how ridiculous, and even ludicrous the whole scenario was! How ever could an individual bee dare lead such a simplified existence, driven by the mere incentives to feed, reproduce and survive; and yet I here am utterly consumed in a swirl of multidimensional circumstances which I am unnervingly conscious and aware of, even down to very irrelevant details. What mockery, natural injustice, is this?

           And yet I realize, at that moment, that we humans have been blessed with the double edged sword of consciousness; knowledge of the world around us that allows us, to mold it as we desire, and choice - to decide whether to do one thing or the other. The same sword that we may use to slay our inner demons of greed and fleshly desire is the same sword that threatens to pin us against the cross of our very carpentry, to suffer the consequences of our misdeeds, bearing us ultimately accountable to the ways in which we wielded the very sword.

           And so you ask me, "Why, why are we, humans, "blessed" or "cursed" with consciousness?" I don't know, and yet I may have an idea (as per creationist teachings), but 'really' I don't. What I do know is that the fortune can outweigh the misgiving, if we only allow it. The bee itself said it, "I bzzz.. have no care beyond my immediate duties, and I am contented with my services to nature; bzzz.. You're different ..bzzz… because you have a choice."

           I'm different ..because I have a choice. These words continue to echo in, and even haunt my mind.

(to be continued)

 

Oh busy bee,

You sing to me,

You look at me so carefree,

I wish to live,

And dance and see,

Through your puny eyes,

And body,

This life of glee,

Oh if only,

I could enjoy it's beauty,

I envy you,

You creature you,

Who lives so free,

And happy!

 

-Jude.

Thank God! Thank the Good, Amazing God for freeing my voice - for freeing the voice - the spirit within, whose true voice has for long enough been muffled by deception from the evil one.

Readers, everyone, I have for a long time avoided addressing the topic of my Christian spirituality, perhaps because I have been falsely made to feel 'ashamed' to do so, or to feel that this, as a blog, is an inappropriate context/ domain in which I can express my spirituality, and belief in God, in Christ. I've been made to think that people in today's world don't really tune into Christian blogs (on spirituality). But I speak the word now and shame the devil! I shall because I have been blessed with life, with choice, with an opportunity!

I write no longer for people's approval or amusement, for His glory. Bear witness to this testimony, for I wish to take it up not only in my writing, but in my life in general! :D

Eternal glory to Him!

WHEN YOU FALL IN LOVE

"Being Vulnerable...

It's the best and worst of worlds."
 

When you open your heart slowly, reluctantly,

undoing the strained shackles,

of whose introverted impermeable insulation,

you have come to bestow a skewed sense of pride.

 

When the walls of fortitude you dissolve,

and those of self-preservation you more than halve,

and welcome the outpouring of pure,

proverbially 'true' love,

that almost threatens to overwhelm you,

not as the tempestuous hurricane,

but as an enlightening brightening spring,

that sweeps the boulder-strewn bosom anew.

 

Oh how joyful, tearful,

Thankful is thee!

to finally, finally..

find the needle in the hatful of haystacks;

to find and be found,

to join as one,

as though a key to a lock,

seamlessly matching.

 

And so to He who aligned our paths,

marvelously matched us,

in a spark of utter unforeseen chance,

I bestow my unceasing, untiring, unwavering graces,

and openly offer my profound reverence,

and endless embraces.

 

Lo! As the scalded cat is cautious of cold water,

so is the burnt boy dreadful of fire.

For indeed, as one enters the once trodden realm of romances,

Painfully conscious of the two-faced card it is,

It all narrows down to the one fateful choice,

Yes, that grievous choice, rooted in pessimism,

...of whether to take the plunge,

..or withdraw thy feet,

from the still waters of love,
the still waters that run ever deep.