Delirious on a Hot afternoon...

Image courtesy: 

Horseshoe Bend Near Antelope Canyon - Arizona - Dan Kosmayer @ www.photographyzone.com

Lethargy is the affliction of the vacationing masses.Every year as the sun becomes trying, we are excused from education and the pursuit of job-ensnaring skills to come back home. To rejoice and recuperate.And ready ourselves, after a fashion, for another stint, our next shot at closing in on our destinations;those that have been chosen for us.

I can see only when my eyes are closed.

I open my Eyes and See a meadow, rolling away in a sea of green, as far as the eye can see; warm sun adorning a welcoming sky, with swift clouds promising the gift of rain soon.i am still and at peace and moving twixt locales and surroundings like the undulations of a sand-artist.Smudges, dots and the flair of sure hands; how i wish it were so easy to mould destiny.

Treacherous and unfair; and scary,for now i am flying over the immeasurable expanse of a soaring canyon.The lay of this ancient land quietly presents the story of eons past, times when different creatures professed to be rulers of their domain, all to the dust and arcane history, have diminished.Quietly and without mourning.

The canyon, unassuming, bearing the mark of their presence; evidence of actions -momentous and trivial alike-like canvas on an easel,painted with unending patience and care and unimaginable rigour, by the seemingly frail and powerless stream, whose voice is unheard at the depths of such a chasm( or heights, for i am flying).Time and perseverance - the masters of all past and yet to come.

The healing touch and the sting of unforgiving ire;sweet chances and bitter memories apart; The gurgling of the stream of time in our lives, never pausing and lofty-Tireless in manner and chilling in abstraction and detachment-hurts us, consoles us and cradles the very heart of hope.And teaches us, those that pause, strive and listen.

Every moment of the future, as it passes, is relegated to the depths of the past, only to be unearthed and exposed, as stark truth, staring at us, beseeching us to learn and correct, to look back and dream ahead, to step correctly and with confidence, with the knowledge of that vast chasm(or heights?) building in us, only as time passes- that we call Experience.

In that, in looking back, the luxury of physical lethargy, is it really so wrong?The pursuit of something worthwhile, for a change?