It’s that time of the year again. Time of change and movements. It’s that season of the year between summer/monsoon and winter, lasting from September till November in the northern hemisphere. This is the time when fruits and crops are ready to be harvested, and leaves fall away. To me it was always the fruit of hard-work that comes to life in autumn. But this autumn I found that fruit infested by worms. Reminding me of Blake’s “The Sick Rose”. Though the rose symbolised virginity – somehow in 2021 that symbolism has shifted. Virginity is no longer a woman’s prized possession but rather her hard work. When that hard work is soiled by influences that cannot be mended, that’s when I see a sign of the transience of human action and reaction, because the rose – hard work of a woman – blooms, barely gets to smell sweetly and then dies as it never got nurtured nor preserved. If only the rose could see how much honey the bees extracted from it!
“कर्मण्येवाधिकारस्ते मा फलेषु कदाचन | मा कर्मफलहेतुर्भूर्मा ते सङ्गोऽस्त्वकर्मणि || BG 2:47 ||
(Translation: You have a right to perform your prescribed duties, but you are not entitled to the fruits of your actions. Never consider yourself to be the cause of the results of your activities, nor be attached to inaction.)
This morning as I sit in my room looking outside the window, golden sunlight against ripe-green-leaves, I can’t help but wonder what the future holds. Should I be worried? Should I be afraid? Or should I just do what I do and let everything fall in place?
“…do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.” – Matthew 6:26-34
ANTHROPOLOGY OF LOVE 