Once upon a time, there was a seed and because it was only a seed, nobody cared to notice it. Thus, gripped by a sense of inferiority, the seed gave no importance to its existence.
Then one day, a wind picked him up – randomly or otherwise it didn’t know – and threw it mercilessly on an open field under the sweltering sun. He was confused. Why would anything do such a thing? But instead of any copasetic answers, it was provided with rain (in addition to sunlight); sometimes in drizzles and sometimes in torrents.
Meanwhile time flew and years later it saw a traveler sitting by his side. “Thank you God for this. I really needed some rest,” he heard the traveler say.
“What are you talking about?” The seed promptly asked. He thought the man was making fun of him. Sure, he had witnessed many people sitting by his side – more so in recent years – but no one ever spoke to him like that.
“Who is this?” The man was startled.
“This is me. The seed.”
“The seed?” The man looked at the giant tree. “Are you kidding me? You are no seed. You are a tree. A goliath of a tree!”
“Really?”
“Yes! Why else do you think people come here?”
“What do they come here for anyways?” Asked the seed.
“To feel your shade! Don’t tell me you didn’t know you had grown over time.”
A moment passed before the traveler’s words struck the chord of realization within him.
The seed, now a prolix tree, thought and smiled for the first time in his life. The years of relentless tortures by the sun and the rain finally made sense to him.
Author: Novoneel Chakraborty
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moral: sometimes we never see what we have grown into. Time does fly and we think of ourselves as we have always been while others are able to see what we have grown to become, sometimes this is good and sometimes not.
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Sawing thoughts …by Art~
to build with timber
one must cut wood
sawing for moments
while one stood
a thought see-saw
across my mind
of yesterdays
tasteful as aged wine
to read the grain
predicting the bow
for cutting the wood
releases tension grown
the push and pull
that life casts
like the surf
that comes in laps
To push a blade
with firm hand
minutes of labor
in working strands
Images of you
basking on a bed
sensually wanting
me in my head
a driving force
of pulling hard
back and forth
boards are scar’s
like our salty life
on sweet sugar days
the memories
linger then they fade
standing firm
a strong footed stance
just man and wood
doing a saw dust dance
soft moments
come flooding back
embedded in the grain
of our lives and tracks
hard wood or soft
it makes a difference
sandpaper smooth
becomes entranced
we shared our lives
back and forth
perhaps that’s why
I still carry the torch
drawing a line
placing the saw
cutting wood
that’s all
by Art~
may you build a better day, today
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January 24, 2012 at 4:21 am
mysterycoach
I got goosebumps with this one … I was just thinking along these lines the past couple of days myself. Who I was, who I am, and who I’m becoming.
January 24, 2012 at 4:41 am
mysterycoach
p.s., you’re doing an excellent job with these stories too. I look forward to them every day. No pressure! LOL 🙂 Hahaha! See ya later Zen.
January 24, 2012 at 5:40 am
rumpydog
I LOVE this one!
January 24, 2012 at 6:25 am
willowdot21
Beautiful, stories, beautiful explanations ( the morals ) beautiful art and poetry, you page has grown into a beautiful place! Thank you xxxx
January 24, 2012 at 6:41 am
Cynthia Pugliese
I loved this post and your poetry! How we see ourselves is not always how others see us.
January 24, 2012 at 7:46 am
awakeningpsyche
Quite awakening poetry…..made all the sense about insight and perception…
January 24, 2012 at 12:50 pm
Amberr Meadows
This one gave me goosebumps. You are really amazing with your insights and poetry.
January 24, 2012 at 4:47 pm
granbee
Art, these lines are wondrous. “cutting the wood releases tension grown” as you work in your shop, knowing love awaits you, both current activity and thoughts of the about-to-be “shaping” your joy.
January 24, 2012 at 6:13 pm
Fergiemoto
Time flies too fast. Great poem you have created!
January 25, 2012 at 7:54 am
Jackie L. Robinson
Seems to be a theme in my day already today — and it’s not even 9 am yet! We are so much more powerful than we believe ourselves to be. We forget the potential, growth, green shoots of Life that spring from us. Thank you, my wise friend for your sharing. xoxo
January 25, 2012 at 8:56 am
Miro
Yes, so important to recognize the changes that occur in us, whether they are negative or positive, and the effect they have on those around us. Great story, thanks for sharing.
Peace & grace,
~Miro
January 27, 2012 at 1:17 pm
Sue Dreamwalker
Wonderful post and great message too in you poem ~Art… Back and Forth we go, hand in hand Each pulling pushing each other cutting through the debris. but building and renewing… Just like the seed.. floating aimlessly until it finds fertile ground… it too needs the right ingredients for growth just like us, Some days are hard toil but we can stand back and see our achievements… But its also the love we put into it..