The good little plant and the bent tree

 

Devika  : ” An old adage goes, ‘The good little plant can be straigthened. It can change in its youth, to grow upright, but once it grows up to be a bent tree, it cannot change.’
It will always remain the same old, bent tree.
Once it has grown and been moulded, it’s impossible for it to ever change.”

Malleka : “It is true that the bent tree cannot be a little plant again, but with the seasons that always change, it too can change. It can shed its rotten branches, the ones that do it no good. It’s a choice the bent tree has to make.
It will be nourished by the same soil and the sun that will share its light, regardless of how bent and twisted the mighty tree has grown to be. Come rain and spring, it will grow new leaves. Spring will magically return the clothes autumn had taken.
It can still blossom, to give flowers and fruit. If nothing else, it will always be able to give its cool shade, to a tired traveller.
No the mighty bent tree, won’t straighten its trunk and twisted branches, but that’s how it paints the sky with its unique beauty. That’s what makes children climb and sit in its majestically twined branches. The perfectly straight coconut tree can only be climbed by the coconut vendor.
While the forest is full of straight and tall, upright pine trees, the forest is also full of bent trees.
And the imperfect, bent tree always has a choice.”

A true conversation that unfolded.
by SHENAZ WAHID

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The new moon’s voice

I am not afraid anymore, to be a beginner just beginning
I have done this many times now,
having died to be reborn endlessly.
You love me when I am whole and shining,
but perhaps if I was not feeble as I am now,
I would lose that charm for which you yearn.

That circle that speaks to you your own truth,
unending and still beginning.
I may seem alone, a lost fragment,
but it is the sun that shines and lives through me.
There is so much hidden of me,
for the sun to embrace in its bosom of light.

And I will embrace my many deep hollow scars,
fearlessly as I keep growing.
So that when I am whole illuminated,
you do not forget the beauty of imperfection.
I am not afraid anymore, to be a beginner just beginning.
For He grants me permission to start again.

by SHENAZ WAHID