As far as we can see, the world is in motion, whether in chaos or in stillness… With the first rays of the sun, every living being springs in action, whether out of necessity or survival or sustenance or simply by habit.
We know not what the day brings but we do not doubt that this very new sparkling day might usher a change, our efforts might bear fruit and our goals and aspirations are set in motion by the power of our belief or action.
However, more often than not, we also experience days when we fail to see any purpose, when we cloak in layers of inactivity and despair. It does not matter if the astrological charts foretell bright futures, or the world blasts sharp images of great moments yet to be lived, the mind refuses to believe possibilities beyond the circumstances that we are held in.
Inspiration to live life fully and happily is not a pill which is sold or traded, unfortunately even the happiest people can succumb to the recurring feeling of ‘what next?’
If all glories of life had to be attained when the Sun is shining, what role would stars have? There will be days in our lives when the cool shade of the moon will become a welcome respite from the harsh reality of the day…when the stars will give a relief to quiet corners of the mind.
How does one make a spectacular turning from a low point in our life when nothing seems to shove, propel or even nudge in the direction where we want to go?
Is it humanly possible to forego the shadows that cast a spell on our potential?
While every poet, philosopher and Master will give us the Faith and reasons to believe that better times are ahead, it is in my opinion a very nimble, subtle inner power that we all have to nurture and bring out in full expression.
Hope is a beautiful expression of the inner power that we all have to improve upon our circumstances and create new fulfilling lives whilst we still have the remnants of our own previous identities within in the same cradle of being.
A recurring image which comes to my mind is that hope is like a swift little bird, so soft in its hop, as it shifts relentlessly from branch to branch, never deterred…as it pokes its beak into the stem or plucks straight into the flower, all the while soaking the littlest of nectar…singing and chirping from dawn to dusk.
Maybe life is not about long passages of glory, maybe it is not even about cementing a great legacy. Maybe for many, the daily saga of life is just like this little bird who comes out bright and sharp to adorn each new day and find its very own nectar of hope…to love, sing and manifest joy in the tree of life..every day!
