Saturday, November 6, 2010

Thinking of the Cherry Blossoms

It is almost winter here in Toronto. A sad incident here yesterday strangely made me think of something intensely, gorgeously beautiful. It was the sight, I obsorbed in, this Spring at High Park. Like a never ending sea of beauty, a joyful play of light and shade, stretched in front of my eyes, the magical enchanting Cherry Blossoms. What will also stay with me is the way it drenched, completely soaked the people with smiles, there were children with their eyes wide wide open trying to take in this beautiful dream, there were musicians singing and playing, people holding hands.
And yesterday, I felt if there were these enchanting blossoms around, if the world was so so so full of beauty, would that leave lesser and lesser space for ugliness, for cruelity ? I sort of feel that it will, it might. And then sometimes, I feel that that is too simple.
That there might be enough space for everything to live, thrive together. Beauty, ugliness, kindness, love, cruelity, brutality, songs, stories, ashes, births, rains, droughts, tortoises, hares, fish, birds, you, me, us, peonies, whites, blacks, greys, all, everything.

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