With Love, to Maa...

As I sat at my work table, I found myself staring at the trees outside from the window opposite the sitting space. I find my Jiva becoming increasingly calmer but my body being increasingly tense since the start of this year. As if my Jiva can sense her arrival, the dissolution of all things impermanent, of her overtaking and restoring the order but my body resisting, sensing this as it's impending doom, questioning of how long before it's existence is extinguished, its in identity crisis. The tree I thought, stationary like Shiva. Shakti channeling within it, giving it life, the vibrant green leaves and fruits. I also witnessed the gusty wind tearing away it's withering old leaves, the dried up twigs, the rotten fruits pecked by birds. This wind also the Shakti outside, tearing away the old patterns, painful generational trauma, the parts of you that no longer serve your Jiva. Why do we mourn it? Isn't it Maa blessing that tree by clearing it of it's dead leaves and fruits ? Even those fallen withered leaves return to her fold in the soil, as a fodder for the rebirth of a new being. Why can't we realise this simple fact. What is stopping us from making this our constant state of being ?