Saturday, September 29, 2007
The Season and Me
I enjoy the coming of a season. I do not enjoy the going of a season, just enjoy the coming of a new one which is an old one in a way. Body longs for the seasons to come back as their colors add flavors in body as well as in mind. What do they do to us? Why do we need them again and again. Answers could be many but I would prefer Barah Maha by Guru Nanak Sahib:
ਚੇਤੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ ਭਲਾ ਭਵਰ ਸੁਹਾਵੜੇ ॥
ਬਨ ਫੂਲੇ ਮੰਝ ਬਾਰਿ ਮੈ ਪਿਰੁ ਘਰਿ ਬਾਹੁੜੈ ॥
ਪਿਰੁ ਘਰਿ ਨਹੀ ਆਵੈ ਧਨ ਕਿਉ ਸੁਖੁ ਪਾਵੈ ਬਿਰਹਿ ਬਿਰੋਧ ਤਨੁ ਛੀਜੈ ॥
ਕੋਕਿਲ ਅੰਬਿ ਸੁਹਾਵੀ ਬੋਲੈ ਕਿਉ ਦੁਖੁ ਅੰਕਿ ਸਹੀਜੈ ॥
ਭਵਰੁ ਭਵੰਤਾ ਫੂਲੀ ਡਾਲੀ ਕਿਉ ਜੀਵਾ ਮਰੁ ਮਾਏ ॥
ਨਾਨਕ ਚੇਤਿ ਸਹਜਿ ਸੁਖੁ ਪਾਵੈ ਜੇ ਹਰਿ ਵਰੁ ਘਰਿ ਧਨ ਪਾਏ ॥੫॥
[The month of Chet, stunning is the spring and beautiful the bumble-bee.
The forests are flowering in front of my door. May my Love return home.
How can the bride obtain peace, when her spouse comes not home? With the distress of separation her body is wasting away.
The beauteous cuckoo sings on the mango-tree How can I bear the pain of my mind?
The black-bee is flitting on the blossoming bough. How can I survive? I am dying, O mother.
Nanak, in Chet peace is easily obtained, if the wife obtains God as her Spouse in her home.]
-Sri Guru Granth Sahib pp. 1107-8
Reading the entire Barah Maha would be a different experience. But even this part is quite sufficient to tell us what the seasons do to body.
And you know more than anyone else how I relate to those seasons when the Panth was on its way to revive the best of it. My body is out of those seasons for a while, for a decade and a half, yet I am not out of it. Those are the seasons where I dwell. Changes always come. Old seasons always come back as new ones. And my seasons are also coming back. It is going to be different as you say because seasons could be somewhat same but I would not be the same one.