If the Universe is the Answer,What's the Question.....

 What you seek, is seeking you... 

- Rumi...

The universe has its way of communicating with us. The different people we meet in our journey called life, all lead us toward what we seek..Sometimes the path is short and clear whilst more often than not it's riddled with highs and lows, twists and turns till the dark clouds dissipate and make way for the sunshine.

A newborn seeks solace and maternal love and their mom becomes their universe. Likewise, the new mom seeks life and her newly born becomes her universe. The new bride seeks love and acceptance and her husband becomes her universe. The dogs seek a home and the house becomes their universe. A musician seeks a Mozart and the notes become their universe. A writer seeks a Wordsworth and the words become their universe. A first-time marathoner seeks the finish line and those 26.2 miles become their universe. 

The disciple seeks enlightenment and the guru becomes their universe..

Outside this finite universe exists infinity..An infinite array of a world unchartered.

The universe is the answer, only if you knew what you seek..

You could seek to be on the moon or seek to see the moon in the cake you bake...






Comments

  1. atulApril 9, 2024 at 6:14 AM

    Very Beautiful and elegant interpretation and write up Ramanpreet. loved it

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  2. AnonymousApril 9, 2024 at 4:19 PM

    Amazing 👍

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  3. RamaApril 9, 2024 at 5:53 PM

    Loved your seek to be on the moon or see the moon in the cake you bake ending!! Perspectives are what it boils down to 😀! Well expressed!!

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