Rungs of Hope

Life keeps going to find his purpose he strolls across verdant plains and trudges up the hills sometimes dejection follows rejection and distress darkness engulfs and something spooky emerges looming large to form something horrid… a hideous hunchbacked hiatus. Life slows down…wary of the impending hindrances for his progress and there is a temporary pause. This hideous hiatus distracts him, traps his mind, capable of taking any form…like alarming anxiety… about denial and failure gloomy grief… at the loss of a loved one frantic fear… of loneliness and uncertainty abominable anger… that cannot be controlled pernicious pride… without the grace of humility disgusting jealousy… of others’ success dreary vacuity… that fills the desperate mind …it keeps hovering around on and off in many more such formless forms Yet something prompts Life to try to move. He musters courage and proceeds further as he imbibes wisdom from little things he sees in nature in his day-to-day life…like: A fertile green land in a vast sandy desert Tiny seeds that spurt to grow into young new seedlings The gleaming full moon spreading soft light upon dreadful paths at midnight A toddler who tries to get up and walk with wobbly steps in spite of falling down many times A ladder in which hope takes her first step in its rungs and ascends to new heights overcoming obstacles The dots of a rangoli that would never let the motifs of our thoughts waver imparting spiritual insights into life A pure white dove sitting with its pair a sign of hope of finding a lost love. As hope follows every form of hiatus like buds finding way to bloom at every trench of rocky soil Life advances on and on…