I gathered in my palm <br />a few rain clouds, its fumes <br />and thunder, they called me <br />insane that I planted it behind <br />a banyan tree in one temple <br />of creation <br />In one futile attempt, through <br />the shadows of night, <br />I tried to capture a full moon <br />from the clouds in wings <br />earthen springs nourished <br />the soil and like origin, <br />the very beginning, clouds <br />planted behind the banyan tree <br />sprouted as a plant and branched <br />as a tree with sparkling green leaves <br />And to my surprise a flower <br />blossomed not on clouds <br />but on fragrance... <br /> <br /> <br />April 2,2009 <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(The seed is put in the ground and earth and air and water are placed around it. Does the seed become the earth or the air or the water? No. It becomes a plant, it developes after the law of its own growth, assimilates the air the earth and the water converts them into plant substances and grows into a plant... ... From Aurobindos writings)<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragrance-6/
