HIGHER POWER
Maya sipped her morning tea, the warmth spreading through her as the aroma of cardamom and ginger filled the room. Beyond the window, a perfect summer scene unfolded – birds flitted with cheerful chirps, sunlight danced on lush green leaves, and the cityscape of tall skyscrapers stood as a stark reminder of human ambition.
Suddenly, the gentle melody of a devotional song on the TV transformed into a catchy, upbeat tune. Maya couldn't help but tap her feet, her spirits lifting with the music. She found herself drawn into the rhythm, losing sight of the serene backdrop of nature and towering buildings. A chuckle escaped her lips. How easily we become absorbed in the symphony of our own lives, missing the beauty that surrounds us.
Her mind drifted to a passage from the Bhagavad Gita, a reminder of the perfect, divine design at the heart of creation. Her beloved Krishna, master orchestrator, had crafted a world where towering skyscrapers and the quiet rustling of leaves could coexist in exquisite harmony.
A wave of gratitude washed over her. This moment of solitude, the warmth of her tea, the music that sparked joy – it was a blessing, a gift so easily overlooked amidst the bustle of life. Her travels had shown her the vastness of the world and the depths of human hardship. In those distant lands, she'd found beauty even amidst struggle, gratitude whispered amidst scarcity.
Didn't everyone deserve this pause, this chance to simply breathe and acknowledge all that was good? Maya closed her eyes, the rhythm of the music now a silent heartbeat within her. Thankfulness became her mantra, a silent prayer not for more, but for the ability to see the abundance that already existed, the beauty interwoven into the tapestry of everyday existence.
For what was true beauty if not the ability to find gratitude, even in the mundane? To be selfless, to offer kindness without expectation, to hold space for others as the divine creator held space for us all. Yes, the world wasn't perfect, but perhaps perfection resided in the act of accepting it as it was, with all its contrasts and complexities.
Maya opened her eyes, a peaceful smile gracing her lips. This moment, imperfect yet undeniably precious, was her gift. Staying grounded, grateful, open – that was her path, her way to honor the divine spark within her and the world around her. And in that simple act, she knew, true beauty could always be found.
