Spring is a state of heart and mind

- Landscape-Subhash Bhatt

- This spring is not a time point but a state of heart and mind. It not only makes something green on the tree but also makes something blossom inside us

Poet Ramesh Parekh, full of life romance, says:

There was only one spoon

How, who knows, when spring will come!

This time is dangerous. Those who are afraid of color and interest, form and love, touch and fragrance, sound and taste should not go out. People who want security in stability and suspension keep the doors closed. There is no wisdom in standing firm or fighting against the changing life-seasons. There is a sense of friendship and flow with the seasons. Not to be afraid of change but to welcome and embrace it.

This spring is not a time point but a state of heart and mind. It not only makes something green on the tree but also makes something blossom inside us. This is the spring mood. There is also a call for consciousness and for initiating something. It is erotic and also aesthetic. It is seductive and even more so. Of course, it is difficult to decide whether we want to run after seeing a good sidewalk or whether the sidewalk looks spectacular due to the desire to get out somewhere. This spring is the season for a playful child on the sidewalk, like a young man bursting with friendship, like an astonished old man. Dear Ramesh Parekh describes the effect of spring as follows:

Gone are the days of honeymoon

Moments became Kapoor's lamp.

Thus, this spring makes the day sweet and the moment radiant. This is the Chaitasik season when the infinite reaches our limits and the joy rises, the unexpressed consciousness becomes dispersed in front of us, the colorless element rolls us in infinite color. We miss this moment because spring comes every year. If it had come in a hundred or a thousand years, we would have made it a festival. Unfortunately, almost all living beings except man believe that the purpose of life is happiness. And they live like that. We intellectually accept this but do not live. So sometimes it happens that we value the tree we have grown hard but we are not interested in growing it ourselves. We have forgotten in the rush of the world that there is a time between sowing and reaping. Spring means to take a look at this resting life and then to express gratitude towards life in its intoxication or intoxication. Spring is the season to nurture faith and hope in life. We look forward to the end of the season sale but not the spring.

American poet-painter E.E. Cummings (16-17 AD) writes: How much do I thank God? This bright day, the green Tarulok, the blue sky, the heritage of nature. For this whole infinity and inexhaustible I bow before Param.