Love & Let Go - Farewell

What will a man do when he finds such a love? Confess it? Ask for consent? Take it towards its natural course for consummation? Treat it like everybody does? Nope. He feels an abundance of gratitude, for being able to feel such pure, unbridled love, for becoming emotionally alive, for being proved right in believing that it is possible to love for the sake of love alone.

Then, he feels respect. Respect for the Forces that felt it right to allow him to feel such bliss again. To feel that pure emotion of love that acted as a salve for his soul, healing his wounds and setting him on his path again. No matter what others said, he clung on to his belief in the truth of Love, and lo, he was rewarded for his belief and faith in love.

And then, he lets go that love!

Yes, he allows it go ahead on its path. A person who made one feel such an evolved form of love, someone who is capable of making one feel such sheer bliss is not to be confined and castled in one’s mundane emotional bonds. Such love needs to be respected, admired and allowed to flow unhindered. It is only the earthly emotions that demand satiation and satisfaction, not the ethereal ones. Platonic affection demands neither carnal satiation nor emotional affiliation. It doesn’t bind someone, hold someone down, try to possess and claim someone as one’s own, but instead respects, feels grateful for it and allows it to flow on.

The calm and cool breeze moves across the lands, gardens, gutters and jungles alike, meeting the flowers, trees, animals and the rest alike, carrying the source of life for all beings in this planet. Every time it caresses a fresh bloom, the bloom smiles at the breeze, gently waves at it and smiles with gratitude. The bloom never tries to capture the breeze and to keep it as its own. For, the bloom knows that it is not possible to hold the breeze, because the breeze belongs to everyone and everything. Even a tiny bit of breeze that is forcibly held captive will turn into stale air, smelling of nothingness, devoid of life.

The bloom also knows that its own grandeur is nothing compared to the glory of the breeze. The bloom is allowed to only feel gratitude for the presence of the breeze, no matter however brief that might have been, cherish the opportunity to be acquainted with the breeze and to bid farewell to the breeze on its free, flowing path. The bloom simply smiles, thanks and does let go the breeze, hoping that the breeze will cross its path again sooner.

Even if not, the bloom will not complain about it, because the bloom is now aware of the breeze’s presence, aware as to what it means to feel the breeze, aware how much warmth and life did the breeze bring into its existence. The bloom also feels happy that it was awakened from its slumber and was made to spread its fragrance.  The bloom didn’t after all send the breeze away empty handed. While the breeze brought the gift of life for the bloom, the bloom also did bid farewell to the breeze by sharing some of its fragrance with it. And, the mere thought that the breeze will remember the bloom, having felt the bloom’s fragrance, makes it an even relationship for the bloom.

Some blooms are just meant to let go! And, some breezes are just meant to awaken more blooms!