Monday, April 30, 2018

THE DROP ON THE LEAF..

Disclaimer:A wonderful write up and a meticulous observation by an excellent colleague of mine who is not only a very good professional but also a beautiful human being.
 
 
 
 
Have you ever observed a drop on the leaf of a plant?
If you have just SEEN it you would say that the drop lies on the leaf either till it dries off or falls off...
But if you have OBSERVED it..U would realise that in a still plant it falls off only when it grows heavy enough for the leaf to carry it..
And when you keep on observing..You gets some deeper meanings that life teaches you every moment..It's not something beyond imagination..It's just the matter of keeping your senses open to receive them..
One lesson I could get was something I would share...
The *drop* on the leaf may be considered to be the *student* and the *leaf* can be considered to be the *teacher or guru*..
The Student is delicate and reflective to the teacher's teachings.. Exactly like a clear drop of water
And The Teacher is gentle and Supportive exactly like the leaf..
So when the water is sprinkled on the plant it is like the students are destined to a teacher..That drop reaches the leaf which is destined to it..The leaf holds the drop and supports it until it either grows by joining with the surrounding droplets to become heavy enough to fall off and face the world or it stays there stagnant till it dries up..And the leaf keeps supporting it till it evaporates and faces the world again..The leaf seems to do it's duty any which ways.. Without discrimination and complaints...
Thus, no matter how the student is, the teacher is always there to help and support the student...
So we have to be *grateful* to our teachers who were destined to become the leaf in our life and make us the drop that we are today in this giant universe..
*Learn from nature every moment*..It always give us the best.
 
*-Reeti C. Puthran*
Occupational therapist, Pranic Healer and Arhatic Yogi.

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