One day a root cried out to God, “What crime have I committed that I am always ignored, remembered only when I have to be killed?
All the hard work rests on me, tirelessly searching, finding food for tree;
Unseen, hidden I always lie, without a complain ever in my eye.
I struggle growing, spreading in the hard ground, held so tightly together by the mother earth, fighting throughout my life. Yet slowly & deeply I tirelessly penetrate only to nourish and experience the joy of my flowers blooming and opening their morning eyes to see this great creation of Yours, greeting the warm morning rays.
Bearing all the dirt underground, I feel proud to see my creation, flowers. But O Lord, inspite of the entire burden taken by me, why is it that flowers always find a place at your lotus feet and not me???”
God smiled.
He looked at him compassionately. He waited for a moment to pass and then said, “Without you, where are flowers. Without your existence, how can flowers grow? You are the reason for the flowers to flourish. You are the reason for their standing high to receive the warm rays of sun. Isn’t their reaching me amount you reaching me?
O child, it is because of my extreme love for you that I keep you always in my bosom. Not letting you leave me. Even a flower which owes its existence to you betrays you, leaves you. But I do not leave you. Did you ever realize your working harder gets you closer and deeper into me?”
He then took him by his hand and made him sit in his lap. He continued, “Your birth is in me, your growth is in me, finally when your end nears you, your death is in me. You are kept away from all the sufferings of this world: heat, cold and wind. You are safe with me, in me.
You are never far away from me, O child, then where is the question of you reaching me. You are living in Me than I living in you. How much ever hard you work, the peak of the tree will never reach Me in skies, whereas irrespective of your abilities, capabilities and activities, you are within me ever. Because of your association with the tree, it gets all the advantages of My association with you.
I am so possessive about you that I do not even let anyone see you lest, they take you away from me.
You selflessly sustain the tree, in turn animals, birds and man too. You are the basis for my creation. What more credit, rank and position could I give you son!
People talk of me as unknown and unseen. Aren’t you too, in the same way, unknown and unseen? I am the creator, sustainer and destroyer of this world. But you are a notch higher than me, since you are the creator and sustainer of the tree, birds and animals, thus ultimately supporting the life-force on earth. Destroying is left only to Me and man.” God laughed.
“Realize you are as much of Me as much as you know you are Me.”
Root silently slid and rested in God’s lap, into a peaceful sleep ever granted.
This post was never planned or intended. It visited me last evening...I just allowed it to write...flow...
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