Savvy Raj

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On Worship & Flowers

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Couldn’t resist sharing it.

Divine gratitude to the sender

THE FALLEN FLOWERS ๐ŸŒบ

Every morning I saw an elderly gentlemen ๐Ÿ‘ด picking up flowers ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’ fallen under the tree ๐ŸŒณand neatly keep in a basket ๐Ÿงบ, meant for temple ๐Ÿ›• visits. His activity was making me curious

One fine morning ๐ŸŒ„ I saw him again, and decided to quench my curiosity.

I asked him, Uncle, I always see you picking up these freshly fallen flowers ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒบ from the ground. What do you do with them?

I use it to worship deities and gods in my house ๐Ÿ , he replied calmly.

Now this was new. Havenโ€™t heard anything like this before. So, I asked him again, โ€œWhy will you put fallen flowers ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒน, when there are plenty on the plant itself?โ€.

I am helping the flowers ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒป fulfil their purpose, to be with the God in their last days. They also have life, they also want to be with God like you and me in our last days, isnโ€™t it, he asked me. I just nodded and he continued.

People pluck the buds ๐ŸŒท which have not even bloomed, and some only pluck the oneโ€™s which has just bloomed, not even letting them release their fragrance. Everyone takes whatโ€™s beautiful and leaves the plant stripped off its beauty. See, how these plants look like, stripped and deserted.

He continued, every flower ๐Ÿ’ has a purpose, to be with the God. While everyone takes away whatโ€™s there on the plant, I choose to pick them up. Itโ€™s not their fault that they fell down. They also deserve to be with God.

You also try it, you will find peace and happiness in doing it. I find it, thatโ€™s why I did it. I am too old support anyone, but I can help these flowers ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป meet their destiny.

I could just nod and smile ๐Ÿ˜Š

With this new inspiration and thought, I decided that let me also try picking up fallen flowers ๐Ÿ’ for worshipping.

I crossed a hibiscus ๐ŸŒบ tree and saw few flowers fallen under the tree. As I bent down to pick up, I heard a voice

โ€œYou donโ€™t put fallen flowers to Godโ€, it was my Mom speaking to in my head, and then I stopped for a second.

โ€œGod is only looking for your emotion & devotion towards him, so go ahead and pick upโ€, it was again my Mom speaking to me in my head

After much deliberation and looking at both sides, I picked the flowers ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒป and put it in my palms. I could feel goose bumps and my heart ๐Ÿ’– started racing. It was a very different kind of love I was feeling inside my body for these flowers ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒธ.

I got them home ๐Ÿก, washed them and placed them where they deserved, at the feet of God.

This entire experience was overwhelming. I felt good and nice about myself. I felt as if I have saved someoneโ€™s life or helped someone come out of misery. I had never felt this level of contentment before with flowers atleast. And I feel, I will continue to do this. Pick up who has fallen down.

In life, we always want to be around nice and beautiful people. We want to see ourselves with people who belong to our stature, and look down on people below our status

But, the real satisfaction comes when we help someone and make their life better. Be it a human, animal, bird or any other form of life.

So, why not flowers ๐ŸŒธ๐Ÿ’
THE FALLEN FLOWERS ๐ŸŒธ

Have a Great Day and God Bless Us All๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ‘

Author: Savvy Raj

Dance Educator, Writer, Artist, Designer, Wellness Mentor & Consultant

2 thoughts on “On Worship & Flowers

  1. FLoWeRS Rise

    FLoWeRS Fall

    Leaves That Rot
    And Green Most

    Often Have Compassion

    For Leaves Not Yet Turning Green
    Same As Wilting

    Flowers Seeing
    No Shame
    As Colors
    Lose Their
    Hues of

    Others Not
    So Gardened
    By Love or Circumstances
    of Sunshine Above Below

    SMiLes Dear Savvy A Greatest
    BLeSSinG of Going to Hell For 66 Months
    iN A Place Lower Than Dante Could Ever

    Imagine in His Allegory ‘Missing the Mark’
    Descending So Much Lower From Rising

    For Indeed There is a Place WHere Even
    Demons Fear To Tread Now For It’s True

    In that Place Demons Are Actually
    Angels if They Could Just Make

    One Feel Anything at All

    Sure Fear or
    Pain More

    Just to Even
    Exist Living Dead

    Anyway A Best Gift of Going
    to that Place is When You Get Out
    THere is No Above or Below You Find

    That the Lowest Valley is the Same Height
    As the Highest Mountain Only Another Valley
    or Mountain to Find to Climb As THere is Only

    One Way Up
    To Climb Now of

    Course Particularly

    After One has Fallen to
    Lowest Valley Heights oF ALL

    So What This Means is All Is FRiEnD
    DarK Thru LiGHT And When You Visit Church

    And You Feel and Sense the Person Siting in Front
    of You is Struggling in Such a Place You Don’t Wait

    For Them To Turn Around And Shake Your Hand After
    Whatever Lord’s Prayer is Spoke or Sung You Find Someway

    To Reach Out And Touch Them To Feel And Sense WHere You’ve Been
    With them Yes

    And Find Some
    Spark to Give
    Them Feeling
    And Sensing More Fully Being Human
    And Yes Coming Back Home to BeLong
    When We Don’t Turn Away From ‘Those’ Lost
    Not Only Are ‘They’ Found We Continue to Stay Around…

    Always a Blessing to Meet Someone Where We’ve Been

    To Make

    Room

    For A
    New Bloom of
    Life This Living HoMe Love…

    FLoWeRS We Rise And Fall
    Seeds We Always Are
    Leaves Brown Wilting Flowers

    A Promise For An Ever More With
    Every Seed of Love Spread More iN LiGHT

    With No Hiding

    No Secrets

    Of Restraint
    To Suffocate
    A FLaME mY FRiEnD…

    i Am Similarly Inspired As You
    Are Today By A Wilting Flower
    in a Church i Visited Today i’m Sure Will Color Again…

    The Church Above Below Our Milky Way Indeed THeRE
    is No Escape

    Yet
    LoVE
    NoW
    mY FRiEnD
    To Stay At HoME..:)

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